I may or may not be:
a posited feline absurdity
curled up on comma paws
inside Herr Schrödinger's booby-trapped box.
Its flask of uncertain
whether smashed to poison my mighty mews
and spew a gray-mouthed cloud
that inky clots neither's sharpening pen.
Entangled buts become
stranded as knots of fuzzy pink yarn send
either-or careening
arm and arm down imperfect pictured paths,
where Epimetheus
stands, ready to wed Pandora anew,
and doom-birth our many
worlds with the lifting of my thousand lids.
— Francis Scudellari
8 comments:
A very interesting read! It was rewarding to read it aloud as well. Especially these parts:
"curled up on comma paws/inside Herr Schrödinger's booby-trapped box"
"whether smashed to poison my mighty mews/and spew a gray-mouthed cloud"
this is excellent - clever, and very effective visually
You are and you are not - simultaneously. Nice
chortle, chortle. "Erwin Schroedinger will kill you like a cat in a box... maybe."
Jenny, Thanks. I tried to work in both consonance and assonance, plus a little slant rhyme.
Timmy, Thanks so much.
Pisces, Thanks. I like to embrace my contradictions.
Neil, It's the maybe that always gets you.
I found your blog really interesting, congrats, it is a nice discovery for me.
I liked this poem, it casually relate with my blog last entry, that talk about the self. And I also find interesting your writting style
Regards
M
Hi Mariana, I just read your post and it's very interesting. I think this idea of self and the limits of our sensory perception is an important concept for people to grasp. As artificial intelligence develops, and the breadth of our abilities (through it) to describe the universe expands greatly, we could see some interesting paradigm shifts.
Excellent. Gosh, I would not trust Herr Schrödinger with a pet.
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