..
Abandon ye
all fear. Here ye
(hear ye)
shall only hear
of things that
stay, the way
the sun shines
through the
broken. All un
-spoken gifts
shall remain.
Are we nothing
if not banished?
Give us this day
our daily
beard,
whiskers twitching
and bleating goat
-ees of phrase.
It pays to know
the muffin man,
the gatekeeper,
the star sweeper,
the man with the
oars. Forgive me,
Love. I’d no idea
this universe
was yours.
..
Written for margo’s prompt over at poem tryouts.
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broken a lune … broken moon
“ees of phrase” … This is such deep-healing medicinal ointment. (e.e. cummings, I mean)
I LOVE this:
“It pays to know
the muffin man,
the gatekeeper,
the star sweeper,
the man with the
oars. Forgive me,
Love. I’d no idea
this universe
was yours.”
Yes, that’s how it’s done! Brilliant.
I love the use of enjambment here. But please may I pass on the daily beard?
Love the enjambment and the listiness in your closing stanza…the tone is perfect!! 🙂
Wonderful, De! I love your ending on this.
The enjambment is so clever-always. Wonderful work, De
Kind of funny that just yesterday Little Miss picked out the story of ‘The Three Billy Goats Gruff’ for reading time. Love the nursery rhyme references. 🙂
ha! our daily beard. ~
I love writing poems like this. They are more darn fun both for writer and reader.