such small hands


..
if we swear
by all flowers, hours,
kisses
ever better
fates,

these inky
ex-ten
shuns of me be

long to no
-body,

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
    iN
    N0w..:)

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