such small hands

if we swear
by all flowers, hours,
ever better

these inky
shuns of me be

long to no

not even
the rain.


Written for dVerse Poetics, with thankful nod to E.E. Cummings



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16 Responses to such small hands

  1. Misky says:

    This is so bouncy and happy!

  2. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Sigh.. you create magic with your words De ❤

  3. Grace says:

    I swear by my pinky finger that your post is amazing ~ Love the style De 🙂

  4. so you! (and cummings, no less!) You rock!

  5. Bodhirose says:

    So cool…and yes, you!

  6. Ah I knew you would do wonders with that line… The ending is stunning and truly independent from adoration

  7. kim881 says:

    Love this one, De.

  8. blogoratti says:

    A splendid and delightful read, warm greetings

  9. Sabio Lantz says:

    mystical, therapeutic, if not just plain fun

  10. Here is another delightful, word-playful poem. You are so clever and creative.

  11. So fun to read. Thanks for joining in for a second round! 🙂

  12. nmykel says:

    Hey, I need new glasses! They look like toes to me!

  13. I love all the caesurae, De – it’s as though your thoughts come in spurts.

  14. lupitatucker says:

    I am a huge fan of e.e. and you have done him justice with your poem. Loved it, truly.

  15. HaNds oF tiMe
    neVer exiSt

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