no one wrote this
no one reads it now
the hand that pens itself
cannot clap
this is that sound
Submission for Meet The Bar over at dVerse where Frank suggests Brevity for our poems.
n(o)pen
Paul Scribbles
one word at a time
no one wrote this
no one reads it now
the hand that pens itself
cannot clap
this is that sound
Submission for Meet The Bar over at dVerse where Frank suggests Brevity for our poems.
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There is an android feeling to your words… can androids manufacture androids.
Good point. The hand that pens itself can’t clap.
Ah, the old what is the sound of one hand clapping! Excellent.
Evokes the sound of reading in one’s mind. How to describe something so monumental and absurd all at once? (And I just noticed that Bukowski quote. Haha, I like it.)
A clever title and a conundrum of a poem, Paul. Nice one!
Turned the old koan around a bit. Just lovely!
Aeon. (In brief) 🙂
No clapping pens allowed. (K)
The title and the words…..thought provoking….existential in a way….the hand with the pen…one hand cannot applaud…I’m reminded of that question if no one is in the woods does a tree make a sound when it falls?
“Let another praise you”. This is reality.
Ha, ha, ha. It reminds me of the sound of one hand clapping
Yes yes yes!!! This is what I wanted. So flippin’ good, Paul!
Awesome. The sound of no hand clapping.
Witty and brilliant.
Wish I’d written it! Would re-blog but I’m not adept at Press This yet.
laughing, yeah, I know that sound
Ah, THAT sound! Thanks, I’ve always wondered. 🙂
I love the sound of silence in the hand that pens itself- a beautiful write Paul 💜 It looks as if my comment on your wonderful Pillow Talk ghazal ended up in your spam folder…
Found it. Thank You so much.
My pleasure! ☺🙋♀️
marvelous
Witty!
Wonderful insight into Escher’s work. Well done.
the sound of nothing is still the sound of something just not there. such economical use of words in line with the prompt most efficiently.
Love the wordplay in the title and this profound little piece to ponder.
ah, but it can soothe the ego with well written words…