Prompt: write a poem that poses a series of questions [or maybe just one].
Did you know that flower
and flour
are indeed the self-same word?
Or ‘twas true at once
in days forgotten.
The meaning: blossom
or, the finest.
The flour the finest of the plate.
The flower the finest of the field.
But time, in its way, demanded reform.
Fleur no longer a word for broad use.
A visual beauty.
A tasteful delight.
Distinct now in language modern.