A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
Can anyone sing it well? How do you feel about standing for it? If you could write a new anthem, what would your lyrics say? Is a professional ball game a suitable venue for the national anthem, or are we just asking for trouble playing it in a sports arena?
Love ’em or hate ’em? Do you consider tomatoes and corn vegetables? If you were making vegetable soup from scratch, what would you be sure to include?
Are you happiest when it rains? Or do you need sunshine to be content? Hot? Cold? Let it snow? Has the weather ever caused a real challenge for you?
What’s your favorite musical? Hamilton? South Pacific? Lion King? Hello, Dolly? Did you ever perform in a musical? If you were to write a musical, what would the plot be? What style of music? What would the dancers’ costumes be like? Minimalist sets, or lavish scenery?
Is marriage an out-dated institution? What qualities would your ideal spouse have? What would the perfect wedding look like? Where would you go on your dream honeymoon? How many times have you been married?
My dream car used to be a Camaro. When we were raising our kids, I drove a 7-seater Caravan. Now I have my mid-life crisis car: a Mustang.
What was your first car? What do you drive now? Or what would you drive if money were no object? Or maybe you prefer an alternate method of getting around.
