what could have been
an invisible line
between our eyes
never enough time
no private spaces
or empty lands
our dance in plain view
never touch hands
in our minds
that curl of yearning,
keening, never knowing
what were we learning?
I’m late today with posting. I wrote it this morning but forgot my notebook and it’s been such a busy day. Argh. This is not good, feel like I’m falling behind already!! The prompt was: to write a poem that resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.
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clairevetica 
I think you did a very good job, and I like the shape of the ending question, for we often forget what is it that we are learning, which is fine, as long as we don’t forget the learning, as itself.
Thankyou!