You're glowing

Bright burning Aura, Aura!

Night inside of the forest;

Eye or hand, what immortal

fearful symmetry could frame thee?

Skies what in distant deeps

eyes thine of fire burnt

on wings, aspire he dares

Fire what hand the hand dare seize?

Art what, and what art on shoulder

sinews of the heart twist and thy could

beat and beat when thy heart

dread feet, dread hand and what

What chain the-what hammer the-

brain, a furnace twas thy

grasp the dread and what the anvil?

Clasp and dare deadly terrors!

Spears threw down stars

tears water’d with heaven

See him smile at his work?

Thee make the Lamb smile, at making me

maybe?

O Bright burning Aura, Or a

Night inside the forest again:

Nor eye or hand, what mortal

fearful of symmetry would frame thee?

This was an experiment with one of Bernadette Mayer’s Writing ideas (http://www.writing.upenn.edu/library/Mayer-Bernadette_Experiments.html) on mirroring an existing poem, which I did hear (sort of) with Tyger, Tger by William Blake (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43687/the-tyger)

Image By Fritz Erler, 1897 (Deutsche Kunst und Dekoration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Angel and...

Curiosity killed the Question Mark

Attempt to ask questions all day?
Seriously?
How am I supposed to do that?
Without sounding like I'm two?
Why is the sky blue?
I thought you knew?
Would it be prying?
Am I mocking you?
What did you just say?
Am I mocking you?
Am I not catching on?
Am I deaf?
Losing you?

What if I know the answer?
Do I keep it to myself?
What should I do if I am as lost as you?
Should I be asking you?
Who cares?
Who knows?
Where is this going?
Do you have directions?
Do you enjoy making the decisions?
Why do I ask?
I thought you knew, was I wrong?
Can't you see?

Indefinitely, (rhetorically)
this questionable method
offers no direct answers.


Image By PookieFugglestein (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons, Short-eared Owl Asio flammeus on fence post, Lexington Kentucky.