Stroke your arm and think:
The universe is bloodless,
Not I; this body
of flesh, veins, soft pulsing heart,
made to spill, to break;
Life, to the beat of mad drums,
or hands on my skin.
The universe is bloodless;
Not I, this body of flesh.
This is a chōka which I am told is one of the oldest forms of Japanese poetry, if not the oldest form, from which most of their other forms are derived.
I'm proud of myself for using the word "and" only once here. Go Team Me!


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Although I should probably discuss it with him first. ;)
Life seems such an unlikely event when I think about these things.
Makes Twilight's sparkle vampire seem a -little- more plausible. ;)
Thank you, Ann! I admit that I went into this one wanting to blend Japanese and Western forms. While I didn't fuse the choka entirely with a triolet, the inspiration was there, and I'm glad you found the combination compelling.
or hands on my skin."
Separate but not, here you put your finger on the pulse of the universe. Lovely, lovely verse. I've read this several times Corinna, and in it I find a supreme expression of the human condition. So small, and yet so large.