let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go
- E. E. Cummings
we smoosh them between our
hungry fingers like chalk,
smudge them to the sky.
you and I,
we’ve got them right
were we want them
now,
and how.
we taste them on
stuttered tongues
,
until that wayward golden sun
is going
going
gone.
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Crazy about the word choice. Smoosh! Hungry fingers! I love it.
Such a lovely poem, De. I relished it.
-David
We players with words enjoy a good smoosh, especially when written by a word queen like you, De!
I love that image of the ‘wayward golden sun’ disappearing – it’s a fine game to play with words in the meantime.
love the movement in the poem – the go going momentum – delicious first verse
Sparse but extremely impactful, De. great stuff. Side note: I (mis))read the couplet as “we taste them on / shuttered tongues” and like it that way, too. Great close.
I love the images your words evoke De!
A visceral read, well done! 👏👏
I do love how we can play with the words… they are the best playmates, but also the tools and the mortar.
Too much “tasted on stuttered tongues”. More to tell.
I do so love your jolly poems!
Such gorgeous movement in this one, De! 💝 You certainly are a queen 🙂
Lovely poem as always. I especially like this line: “we taste them on/stuttered tongues,”
This piece brings out a very loving feeling. I think you “smooshed” this one all right 🙂
The title makes me think we’re supposed to smash “smashed”—I see “ash dems” and then read the poem accordingly (“ash dem ____”). ~As a sort of Lent-bent poem.
Mr. Cummings is one of my all time favorite poets …. Your poem reflects so much of his style. Cheers!
I love the smooshing and the motion–and that wayward golden sun. I really like this!
Love the smoosh, and “tasted on stuttered tongues”. Great poem, De!