Artchil Daug


I Am - Poem by Artchil Daug

I AM
the writings on the wall,
not that kind of writing,
a vandalism, chalk on
the dashboard of life
still uneventful, pronouncing

I AM
the first two syllables,
before a name can be said,
a river that flows
on the forest of shadows,
still playing, signifying

I AM
the ego asserting, coming
out of the voice, the shriek
of the beleaguered teacher
patiently marking
the tongue, that went playing

I AM
the blank slate, not completely
blank, in the echo of the
unheard notes, from the empty
stairway, clasping the railings,
reason, the passion for continuing

I AM,
who?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 22, 2012


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