Tag Archives: E.E. Cummings

These Are Just To Say {Response Poems}

Posted on April 26, 2023 by whimsygizmo

Those Damn Plums(After William Carlos Williams) Yes, that’s right, I wanted someso good and so cold for breakfast or other-wise even though your eyessay they are gone. :; Carrying Your Heart (After E.E. Cummings) this is the root of the root and the … Continue reading →

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better fates 

Posted on November 18, 2022 by whimsygizmo

: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life’s not a paragraph–E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first  :: if we put parentheses around the dactyls and the trochees, can we        (pretty please) allow the dragons out to play?  i’ve made hibiscus tea(it’s excellent medicine, too) especially … Continue reading →

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anyone’s any was all to her

Posted on April 30, 2022 by whimsygizmo

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart:  when you sing in your whisky voice when the world is mud-luscious, the little bird by snow and stir by stillwhen the world is puddle-wonderful he sang his didn’t he danced his did. … Continue reading →

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always ever pondering the sky 

Posted on November 16, 2021 by whimsygizmo

(A Golden Shovel after “the trick of finding what you didn’t lose,” by E.E. Cummings)  :: see, the thing that makes us tick; the trick is knowing what you’re made of and then findingwhat you never had, whatmaybe the lonely moon only … Continue reading →

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lady i swear by all flowers

Posted on April 9, 2021 by whimsygizmo

he keeps doing that.  all of you, really. swearing by us, calling us by any other names. (not so sweet.)  some of us are seeing red. some of us are feeling blue. (like i said, sugar, not so sweet.)  and you?  seriously. get a … Continue reading →

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love poem

Posted on April 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading →

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pretty how towns

Posted on May 6, 2019 by whimsygizmo

we find ourselves (insideout, downside -up), in those places where anyone might call us (sunmoonstarsrain) crazy. tomorrow’s hazy, is it not? we’re daisy-chained, wind-caught, so why not? let’s hitch up our horses our heels our frowns , and take that … Continue reading →

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Patter

Posted on April 11, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{for the rain, with its ‘such small hands’}   .. It matters what we said between these droplets, before the storm before that violent sky cracked open before the thunder stole our voice. We held pools, lakes, oceans in hesitant … Continue reading →

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Dandelion Kites in the Storm

Posted on August 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading →

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aubade for all things fading, strong 

Posted on April 30, 2018 by whimsygizmo

{fare thee well, april} Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. – Semisonic, Closing Time   a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. – E.E. Cummings   .. April bends, … Continue reading →

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