“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.” Mizuta Masahide
I’ve always loved that Zen zinger. Mish serves it as inspiration for Tuesday Poetics at d’Verse Pub for Poets. I went from sight to sound in the form of five “American Sentences”, 17 syllable sentences in one line.
We could never say what the falling tree in the forest sounded like.
It was we who did not marvel as whispering grass reclaimed asphalt.
From our point of view couldn’t see that the World would go on without us.
The World is not indifferent, but must represent the greater good.
Who will hear the warbling testaments that this spring is far from silent?