Imagine the sound,
wee wren, of one hand clapping
to silence your song.
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Birdsong
Imagine the sound,
wee wren, of one hand clapping
to silence your song.
Mark M. Redfearn 
More than 50 years ago, when we were teenagers, one of my friends made this up, and somehow I still remember it.
Now this may sound absurd,
But the sound of my favorite bird
Never has been heard
It’s the song of the dead robin
After it’s ceased it’s sobbin’
And his heart’s no longer throbbin’
My esthete can stand this diet
Of beauty that’s gone riot
‘Cause the damned thing’s finally quiet!
Cheers!
JzB
The “one hand clapping” reference reminds me of the novel by that title! so this becomes an interesting layered haiku for me!
I pray that no hand ever silences the wee wren!
Nice take on birdsong, but I hope that birds keep on singing their song unless hand clapping. 🙂
echoes of a koan….made for deep meditation….lovely
This left me thinking a lot. But I prefer to let the wee wren sing.
One hand clapping, the song and everything is gone.
Made me smile. I am just learning about the one hand clapping…
Imagine, wee wren , the sound of one hand clapping but be sure to continue a sweet chirp as you listen.