Song of the Ottoman: Original Poem

Our past is our mystery. It is the tangle we have made of our hopes when we have come up to them. The future alone is clear.
(Robert Henri)

What it is not is an ottoman.
What it is is not an ottoman.
An ottoman is not what it is.
An ottoman is what it is not.
Not an ottoman is what it is.

Not what an ottoman is, is it?
Is not an ottoman what it is?
Is an ottoman not what it is?
Is it not what an ottoman is?
Is not it what an ottoman is?

Ottoman is an it. What is not.
Not is what? An ottoman is it?
An is is not. What an ottoman!
An is not. What is? An ottoman!

(c) 2019 JMN

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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