How far does the knuckle need
how distant is my
ear from the parrot’s ruin how
true is the lure
of wonder from the point where
the forest departs
& asks, “are you the stare or the
gaze of my ask?”
—
Not I, says the I-word
becoming is
begetting the I the
Naught is the beginning
of sorrow the fire is
the anvil’s companion
Even before the sense of
word began Not I, says
the word-I/becoming/begetting
The consonant is not-I not
weary of the verb’s inaction
as becoming/begetting not-I
I love your word play and the rhythm– smartly done as always! thought provoking
Chuang Tsu prompted the second poem. The questioning first poem came later. Thanks 🙂
Oh that parrot that does not stop rhyming! Thank you for this. Kenza.
🙂 And thank you.