Finding My Voice
Dark outside, the wind blew strong
The rain was hard and icy -
I went to call upon my friend
And share some idle chatter.
This time, my turn to take the drinks
The Sekt was chilled and welcome -
And eating olives, green and black
We cursed the world around us.
I’d scribbled since the last we met
Now keen to share my writing -
I took the poems I had made
And searched for something new.
A few he hadn’t heard before
So listened as I read them -
The careful words came tumbling out
My soul laid bare before him.
“You’ve really found your voice”
He said, with kindly praise -
“That’s fine” I said, still hesitant
“But has my voice found me?”.
?Where Should The Question Mark Go
I am on a one-man campaign
to change where we put the question mark [ ? ]
in the English language
There’s a flaw in the English language
I decided long ago
And that’s the simple question
Of where the question mark should go.
They said you’ll know it’s a question
If it starts with a question word
The who, what, why and when –
But I said that’s just absurd.
For every who and what and why
Designed to start a question
When sometimes used but not to ask
It only makes a statement.
When will you join me? I might ask
When I’ve finished what I’m doing.
What are you working on right now?
What is on the table.
Who will know that piece of work?
Who next comes to read it.
Why take note of what you say?
Why water flows downhill.
Avoid confusion: join my plan
And move the question mark.
?Don’t you think it makes more sense
To put it at the start.
Before you even take your breath
Or start to say a sentence
You know a question looms ahead.
?What could then be clearer.