I decided to set a challenge for myself. To write a poem that starts with one word and evolves into longer sentences. This is my poem Dewdrops. That longing for the moment when the sun will get stronger. There is more to this poem: it is also about having to say goodbye and the knowledge that not all questions will be answered.
of an aforethought?
When this present
has its end
A sad event!
When sunlight lights them
Their time has come
What would they become?
Where do they all go,
when sunlight is to glow?
Who is the to know?
Where dewdrops really go?
Where is their hiding place then?
Must they suffer, time and again?
Or is there for them, a new “when?”
Or is it a forever “then?”
When the sun is finally done burning
will they come home, just returning
to the wonderful place of not concerning
Do they await a moment of warning?
Where is once or once is when possibly?
Or will who be the once, for eternity
For eternity, I ask, please let me see
drops of dew, millions like an immense sea
Drops, drops: Millions, even more, a wonderful novelty
Who is to know about those million dew drops?
And who knows exactly, when it begins or stops?