Is This A Kind Of Prose Poem? (After Pablo Neruda's The Book Of Questions) Poem by Richard G Berg

Poetry rolls between a question's bosom
Beauty delights with certain doubt
Logic rarely applies as well as lipstick
A question mark is the crook bending an exclamation mark

Love hates loving hatred
Letting go of reason does not mean holding onto
The unreasonable
Age loses years gaining momentum
Wisdom smiles when its definition frowns

Making sense dislocates the sensible
Mixing physics and metaphysics shall not make you mixed up
Surrealism is inquisitive laughter
Not being in the know equals being

Asking questions does not require asking for answers


Richard G Berg
April 2024