Poetry

Aphorism

is it
so
it is a series
a series
of
of repetitions
in the sky around
soaring around
I watched
as day turns to night
today
mark you
I was borne
to the summit
I tumble
in between
are but endless cycles
our lot and core
the tap drips
drip drips
over and over
there the candle
flows to the
sea
how I go
and wile away
the hour
of death
in each moment
lives
as the glass of life
in every second
flees
the sand
on the beach
under my foot
is wet
and warm
is your
touch
for lands
far away
I wonder
is this all
except for god
who we
deceive
to know
and cannot
I see the flower
of springs
and waters
flowing rustling
leaves
enchanted flute
cries
through the valley
echo
away
in the wilderness
until
no
one
will
us
hear
is
the
end


Juhan Puhm, February 12 1988

The poem "aphorism" is not just to be read from beginning to end "finito". Lines are to be strung together for effect. One can improvise to one's liking bringing in as much or as little as one chooses. One can choose to read one line, repeat it, repeat it with the next line or string together as many as chosen. The only rules that apply are that you cannot skip a line omitting anything in between, you keep moving forward and once you have left a line you cannot return to it and no dissecting of lines as each is it's own entity. Words though spelt one way may take their other meanings.