Questions for an inquisitive mind

 

Lost like Captain Briggs 

On the Mary Celeste

In the graveyard shift 

And 

Sailing into wild seas 

of crashing fast words 

With metaphors following our ship 

like relentless Seagulls 

or other scavengerous birds

Do we as poets or writers 

Seek out and use profound words

To help the sometimes lonely souls 

Reading even this

To find a plateau to distract themselves 

from the ever-ravenous world 

With our divine gift 

As they temporarily anchor 

their ships

Maybe a world filled with heartache 

Abuse 

Grief 

Depression 

Anxiety 

Or even sudden death

While the rising Wolf Moon smiles 

and watches 

As their time and spiritual essences 

are endlessly consumed

Are poets and writers 

like me or even you 

Just the true kings and queens 

of the art of 

Creatio Ex Nihilo

Because we're so skilled 

at making things up 

without little fuss 

To say hello 

So the readers know 

That they are not alone

With stories 

that can sometimes save 

and comfort those 

Who needs something emotional 

to help carry them 

through the low hours

And change their mood

Especially 

in the middle of the dawn 

or dusk 

When old emotions or pain 

Can suddenly bloom 

like an irremovable wound

Without a sound 

By all the Gods

Known to man

Praise be to the Universe 

For the answers to all 

Those monumental 

Questions 

Has always been 

Yes 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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