Am I conclusive
as a yawn, a heartbeat,
separating silences,
a singular self certified,
seemingly identified in a print,
a name that tells the who,
a taxonomic code
classifying the what
categorically?
Call me a tree will I be me?
I have gills you cannot see,
bleeding I taste the brine.
I have the bone of a tail
and long to swing on vines,
my eyetooth is a canine.
Try to picture me
beyond the limits of the mind,
what would I look like
on planets yet uncharted?
Am I the unknown x
in some mathematic equation,
some potpourri of chemistry,
the printout of a DNA computer?
Am I the tic of some disquieting thought?
Am I an out-of-focus protoplasmic
lantern slide?
Am I the amplifier
of fits, frights, appetites
communicated by the genes?
Am I an actor
in a walk-on role prompted from within
by a sotto voice imitating mine,
the butt of some empyreal prank,
a cosmic laughingstock,
the figment of a Jovian dream,
a Fortean freak
dropped from some Super Sargasso Sea,
a shadow on the wall of Plato’s cave?
Am I an urge, an impulse,
a predictable response, an echo,
a Darwinian link to some primeval stew,
an anthropocentric artery,
a truck of biologic freight, a relay
on the road to some metaphysic
Point Omega?
Am I the apple
of Shelley's eye with which the universe
In this poem 'Unriddle Me', you've demonstrated effective use of poetic devices. I liked the internal rhyme in one line that for me provided emphasis ('fits, frights, appetites' It's clear you have a good command of the English language and this smooth composition makes it an interesting and though-provoking read. I'll definitely check out more of your work.
Chanti
EDL
Yur good!
Myrna
Christine
will you "Unriddle Me"?
Dare I float upon these waft ideals;
the tender questions of possibilities...
Yes....You are the essence of Life
the embodiments of Love
tempering upon the dark side of her twists...or is it trysts....
ahhhh in wonderments persuits....
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Yes to each and every question asked! You are all those and more, much more than the eloquent, erudite parts you evaluate, you're a gem of a writer, a diamond! This, for me, is your very best work. Take a bow, take a dozen. Simply beautiful and brilliant.
John
Your quest for being unriddled is a bomshell ! Facinating is only the beginning word, andIa absworbed by it and its way of asking for answers. As the ultimate compliment to you, I'm giving copies of it to a few of my PhD-ed friends... for their reaction. Whatever develops, I'll get back to you on it. Methinks for you, retirement is actually; rebirth! - Blill
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Agree, you've set the standard of what poetry IS. And that's no riddle. :)
and i wonder if i'll ever be as good as you.
dangit. :)
edible write.
most book'ish. yum.
ness
Paul