When I learned this past weekend from Serena that Lu, Kelly, and Eva had issued the following challenge: post about poetry once a month, on the last Tuesday of the month, for 2012, I knew I had to participate. However, I didn’t know what I was going to write about poetry. So I’ve decided to keep my first entry simple with a poem of my own from several years ago that I did at a reading, simply (lazily) titled:
Poem -- after reading Tao Te Ching translated by Stephen Mitchell Strain not for the word, let it come like OM. As simple as breath. As deadly as the viper, let it sink its skin into your skin until you become the whisper of being, non-being we all are becoming, a breath lost in the whirlwhind nothing more, something less by less this way comes glimpses of the gone world spit out on the page.