Author’s Note

Sometimes a poem doesn’t need to be profound.

Sometimes it just needs to say, “Please fucking listen.”

No Stupid Questions came from that particular kind of frustration—the kind that happens when someone asks something that has already been answered, interrupts the flow of a conversation, or throws a question into the room without stopping to consider whether the information they want is already sitting right in front of them.

The old saying goes, “There are no stupid questions.”

I don’t completely agree.

Questions aren’t inherently stupid. Curiosity is valuable, and asking for clarification is often exactly what we should do. But there is a difference between genuinely wanting to understand something and simply asking whatever crosses your mind without listening to what was already said.

This poem is intentionally blunt because the frustration is blunt.

It’s conversational, a little sarcastic, and unapologetically irritated. There are times when I want my poetry to dress an idea in metaphor and symbolism. Other times, I just want to point at the problem and say exactly what I mean.

No metaphor.

No elaborate mythology.

No moon, tide, raven, or rose to hide behind.

Just:

You already got your answer.

Listen.

— Rowan Evans

P.S. – The end of this piece is entirely a joke.

No Stupid Questions
Poetry by Rowan Evans

You know—

the person that said,
“there’s no such thing
as a stupid question,”—

probably asked a lot
of stupid questions,
just like you—

Not trying to be rude
or give attitude—

but dude,
you asked that question
out of the blue.

(And it was dumb,
it was a stupid question…
I had to break the flow to tell you,
you asked a stupid question.)

I already told you—

I already answered back,
if you need the information
then listen—I already gave you that.

Do you even think
before you speak,
or do you just
let your thoughts fly?

You don’t have to ask
every question
that comes to mind.

I don’t care
if you are a child.

Journey into the Hexverse…

[You Are Perfect]
A gentle reminder that your worth isn’t determined by your flaws or by the opinions of others. You Are Perfect is a poem about resilience, self-acceptance, and standing tall even when the world tries to make you feel small.

[Human Rorschach]
Sometimes we’re less a fixed person than an inkblot—our meaning changing with every set of eyes that looks at us. Human Rorschach explores perception, identity, and the ways our own experiences shape what we believe we see in others.

[A Rose in the Ashes]
Lost within a forest where every leaf becomes a memory, the speaker follows darkness instead of fleeing from it, discovering that healing isn’t found at the end of the tunnel—but in facing the past long enough to notice a single rose blooming through the ashes.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]