of humor and life

of which

is humour

and of

which is

life

that our

dry mouths

gape

at the beauty

of death?

old princesses

and young

hobgoblins

will

laugh at

our

naivete

that imitates

picnic blankets

and checker boards.

"Many perished

precisely

because

they were young

and beautiful."

Andre Breton

laughs with our age

and our age

laughs

at time

and time laughs

at half

played grand pianos

and full moons

and they laugh

at our fingers

which fumble

through life

and life

fumbles through

humour.

of which is humour

and of

which is life?

we wonder

as water clogged

ears strain to

hear.

or listen?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"of which is humour
and of
which is life?"
I like the flow of the poem and the above question. Nice flow of thoughts led to a very good good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[sweetbuddha]

Thank you. This was one of my first attempts at abstract poetry (my favorite kind of read, because there is so much you can see between the lines, under the lines, and above them).
I am glad you liked it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. Thank you.