Kumbaya (poem)
Tsultrim
Hawaii Veteran
When all is said and done we are all one
No, we are none, all one in none.
Our noneness is what binds us like rings on a chain.
We have believed so long in some:
Someone , something and where did it get us:
The Somme, Vietnam, and anything else that rhymes.
There should be a None day every year
When no one cooks, there's no entertainment
No one puts up the flags or leads the band
And no one comes to the fun None day.
Sometimes i wonder what happened.
How the sky got blue and the roses red
Some say god, but water is too wet for that.
Take the trains for instance; they have no traction
Hills are problems, so why hasn't god fixed that?
Forget about wars and starvation
if Mussolini could make the the trains run on time, why can't god?
What is dis ting called happen?
I don't know it's like love.
There it is but nobody has an explanation
Wait, don't forget causes and conditions.
It's pheromones and supernovas all the way down.
Mussolini thought he was something and he was
Hanging upside down by his heels, dead.
Which puts me in mind of another purportedly dead man
And did he think he was something too?
I don't think its too good to be something, it's too noticeable.
And as the old Eskimos said of polar bears,
If they saw you, you were dead.
Comments
('They don't like 'Eskimo'; they prefer 'Inuit'....)
I'm being idiotically facetious.
It's a beautiful piece of prose. If it's your work, you have an enthralling way with words. I wonder, do you write 'professionally'? You don't need to answer that. All who come here have a right to anonymity... But it wouldn't surprise me.
It begs reading once or twice, just to extract every last scrap of juice and goodness.
Nice.
(My English teacher must be spinning in her grave, the times she admonished us for that word's over-use...!)
But it is.
Nice.
Federica, it's nice to hear from you and thank you. Why not try your hand at some whatever it is. You use the language well and come from it's home. It's just a longer word association in a sense.
i like this poem.what pop in brain:none is the one,is free.
....feel a little talky.another thing came to mind,the awaken siddhartha,uses the phrase-does not apply--concerning himself.that's very cool. none to compare.finger , moon, nirvana.great hope for us none.thank you.the poem was a nice food for thought.
Thank you as well, paulyso