No-Noun

Melanoma offerings

Cold and satin comfortings

Soft and faking sufferings

Steel spring coiled to go

 

Written under green tea leaves

Hardly noticed summer eaves

Wordy worldly happenings

Snake’s coil ready to spring

 

This is not a noun.

This is not a noun.

Verbs can’t bring me down.

Try to catch their sound.

This is not a noun.

 

Bowing down right to the ground

Stealing patience from the crowd

What can dent a golden crown?

Buddhist koans aside

 

Different holes for different poles

Total lack of pure control

Like a monkey driving souls

Unknown sides of koans

 

This is not a noun.

This is not a noun.

Verbs can’t bring me down.

Try to catch their sound.

This is not a noun.

 

This can’t be a cloud.

This can’t contain clouds.

Still I won’t come down.

Cannot catch my shroud.

This won’t be my cloud.

 

Don’t say this aloud.

Build to formless sound.

Wilt this sacred gown

Still I won’t come down.

Still this cloud’s around.

 

Still I won’t come down.

Still this cloud’s around.

Still I carry on.

Still is sacred sound.

Still, still, still my heart.

Reviews

[deeps]

Ilike youe thi sis not a noun verse alot. This is amazing flows along just like a well written song. Most enjoyable read