Often I stop with this song on my mind:
Willie works as the garden man.
He plants trees. He burns leaves.
He makes money for himself.
Often I stop with his words on my mind--
Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?
Which brings me to the idea for this challenge: write a poem which states a question. Oh, not a tired old chestnut like "Do you love me?" (I get that ALL the time. Honest!) Or "How much damage will carbon emissions do to the ecosystem?" Kind of hard to stay poetic with that, and besides, too much earnestness grates. (I was told that by Woody Guthrie. No kidding!)
There's a novel--the inspiration for a famous movie, I'm told-- called "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?" THAT's the kind of question I want from you, my dear slippery amphibians.
So, let's review.
RIGHT: What if common crows started talking to me telepathically?
WRONG: What is the square root of 3,444?
REALLY WRONG: Does Johnny/Janey love me?
Okay, my hippity hoppity friends. Go forth and formulate an interesting and original question around which to construct a poem! Then link and become part of an intergalactic hive mind. Oh all right, no hive mind. (But you wouldn't have to ask if they love you.) Writers proceed!