Almanac Poetry: Imponderables
‘Hoaxed photo of the Loch Ness Monster from 21 April 1934’ [Source: Wikimedia Commons ]
Imponderables
Where do birds go
when it gets dark?
Why do people look
into their handkerchiefs
after blowing their nose?
When the Loch Ness monster
is patently a fiction,
how come all those expeditions?
And why does a piece of buttered toast
always land face down?
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Kevin Densley is a graduate of both Deakin University and The University of Melbourne. He has taught writing and literature in numerous Victorian universities and TAFES. He is a poet and writer-in-general. His fifth book-length poetry collection, Please Feed the Macaws ... I'm Feeling Too Indolent, was published in late 2023 by Ginninderra Press. He is also the co-author of ten play collections for young people, as well as a multi Green Room Award nominated play, Last Chance Gas, published by Currency Press. Other writing includes screenplays for educational films.
Right on the money KD, imponderable indeed. I’m going to test out that buttered toast theory. Here’s a few more:
Where does the wind come from?
What does a blind man dream of?
Why do people still call Peter Foster a con artist?
Thanks for the comments, DB.
Yes, I could’ve carried on the poem considerably longer – but as you’d know with these things, one has to draw a line somewhere!