The best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other
– E.E. Cummings
The earth laughs in flowers.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box…
dandelion fluff is the stuff
of legend, stories puffed to sky
for all to see. we
wish upon these fuzzy stars
a loose eyelash flash. that bull
-frog’s bubble is a giggle waiting.
he’s got a song, too, and we’re
the sky speaks morse,
norse, greek, every sharp and
sharded syllable in between. we’ll dot
(our eyes) and dash across
this scrim, cross our tease
and learn the languid language
of the moon. we swoon
at the way she commands the tides
strides across the sky like
she owns the joint, reveling
in another’s shine. we pine
for the para(chute)-phrase
of clouds. did i say that aloud?
or can you read my petalled lips,
these tiny slips of paper i scribble
to the sun?
there’s only one thing left
to say, i guess. the rest can
wait. we can sit here and de
-bate all day
argue the way the snap
(crackle, pop) of wrist twists
the words just so. we can
go a long (long long) time
silent. we can decipher violence
from a storm, or violet sky
hope. and just one native tongue
remains: love reigns.
PAD Challenge, day 3.
“we can sit here and de
-bate all day” That was a bit subtle, LOL!
LOVE this poem, De…great use of rhyme and punk-uation 🙂
Thanks so much, Lynn. I’m definitely a punk when it comes to -uation. 😉
Golly, girl. This is epic and fairy-magical. I’m absolutely swoon-sighing for that title.
Thank you! 🙂
Happy Easter. ❤