A tribute to Pablo Neruda's style of short rhetorical questions as poetry
Does the ink miss the pen,
When its fate is sealed upon the page?
Can a man be both a pawn among pawns,
and a King among checker pieces?
What is height,
without the threat of falling?
Are evergreens better parents,
Since they don't drop their children in winter?
If each emotion had a sound,
would love be a symphony?
Note* each question is a small poem in itself. No central theme is intended.