hoo hoo

i am the zen mystic of no time

a moment to moment witness of all of this

i am the open wound of childhood

bleeding ink into form

i am the ancient tree rooted in mother earth

wailing a lament for our collective death

i am a will-o-the-wisp winking in the shadows and then gone

i am fey and you must be wary of following me anywhere

i am the heart chakra of this poem

a bursting energy of hopefulness and love

i am the romantic songs of Erin

the pipes of the aes sídhe calling my soul homewards

i am the empty bottle full of pain

but I can stop anytime I want to

i am the worm that wears shame as a skin

so comfortably it cannot be seen

i am intelligent rhythmical anti-algorithm

subverting the system one beat at a time

 

i am an echo of ages past and of poets to come

i am no thing and every thing that has or will find

a voice

 

 

Over in the garden Brendan calls us to sing a song of our poetic selves and this is my submission for his prompt and for NaPoWriMo too as I’m hanging with the toads all month.

 

29 thoughts on “hoo hoo

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    This is so charming!💗 Especially love; “i am a will-o-the-wisp winking in the shadows and then gone.”💗

  2. willow88switches says:

    i am fey and you must be wary of following me anywhere

    ~ I really enjoyed how you placed this line, speaking to the mischievousness, the impish side, kind of a like a “Puck” character ~ adds a wonderful quarter to play with!

  3. kim881 says:

    Wow, Paul! ‘i am the open wound of childhood / bleeding ink into form’ and ‘i am a will-o-the-wisp winking in the shadows and then gone’! Stunning! And then I pulled myself together and read on, only to read ‘i am the empty bottle full of pain’ and ‘i am intelligent rhythmical anti-algorithm’!
    I think I’ll have to come back and read again in the morning. You’ve blown my mind!

  4. Rommy says:

    I love the honesty and whimsy in this piece. There was the feel of a riddle in here – that really captured my attention. But of course, a poet is always something of a riddle.

  5. lillian says:

    “i am the heart chakra of this poem” —- and you are indeed, Paul. Just as the beat of the drum is the heart of who you are….A wonderful post.

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