Half-asleep Poetry (1): I - Am - Nagashi-SomenA Poem by Stu. T.H.
As I close my eyes and feel myself drifting away,
I was led by an unconcious curioustiy, but not to my dismay, Images of myself as a noodle-pile-man manifested, The description may sounds horrid and but do not destest it, I feel myself like noodles, drifting away, Pulled away by the water currents, as my fellow noodles are served on strays, Ah, I am now Nagashi-Somen, And the traffic of bamboo slides where we descent, Are like slides of those you visit in water parks, But for us Somen, those would send us on a lark, Oh dear, has this been my imagination gone so mushy? As the trails of my intelligence and logic have gone too fuzzy, Oh, but who cares for that by now? Only those with great ideas should speak outloud, After all, we are just Somen, Nagashi-Somen, and off the slides we descend, And even in this life as a somen, I wish not to be tested by any men, If I must make peace with my fate then so be it, With all the toppings, dressings, fashion me as you see fit, But do not pour me back into the slides where I am taken from, That's a crime worse than being mere peeping toms, Oh, but who would lend ears to hear Somen's anguish? Who would bother themselves with something so stupid? ... I see, I understand now, that is the best part, About being Somen, this is something you must forget not, As Nagashi-Somen, we are always fashioned in water servings, Purified, pristine water, granted by the gods' blessings, We were born pure of sins, Though we could be forced out of our nature, we are still pure within, We must not let external circumstances affect our inner essence, Our noodle intergrity to remain fresh regardless of the extents, So Nagashi-Somen brethens, remember our ways, We were born innocent, and will remain so until the last of our days, So regardless of the humans' poking, We Somen must never stop flowing, As we will towards the end of our slides, Even if reaching the end meaning we'd die, At least we still get to take the water slide, Oh, the sensation that sends us off so high, Perhaps, being Somen despite having so many flaws, Doesn't seem too bad nor too rough at all!... - A very sleepy Stu. T.H. (From 23:58PM November 23 ~ 00:15AM November 24, 2023) © 2023 Stu. T.H.Author's Note
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Added on November 24, 2023Last Updated on November 24, 2023 Tags: Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, Nonsense AuthorStu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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