The Question Mark

a sound like ice cracking
loud and echoing up the hill
made the workers stop and look up
birds flew into the sky in fright
and children stopped their merry noise.
that sound was the question mark
striking against my heart.


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Comments (4)

written with very deep innocent feelings.... its really touching.... and yes, questions really do create such effects.... :)
questions rarely produce the answers we want, more often only more questionsYou have a clear style of delivery
The simplicity makes this a unique beauty...nice
This one is pretty open-ended, but not bad.