Tag Archives: E.E. Cummings

Smashed Word Broken

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   .. I am shedding my old skins again. Onion to apple, just … Continue reading

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swearing by flowers

  …. since i have decided to make syntax part of the fabric of my kisses, misses, bliss, i am far happier here ………….(each petal a tear.)   .. Prompted by toads. You’ll find the poem that inspired it here.  … Continue reading

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bookends

.. the start’s a cry, a blur, a wonder. the finish is a fraying string of sorrow. the real story lies in that most mad (and moonly) middle dash.   ..

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Functions & Fabrications

“though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness” – E.E. Cummings .. It’s the (l)oneliness that gets to you, the only-ness. The lack of all, the fall. The up -side …..d(r)owning. Enough to make you forget you are …………a sing -ular sensation. … Continue reading

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if love be a day

, she’s holding the world in quiet, wide open hands, standing on her knees. have you breathed the moon? its borrowed light is fading, dissolving in sky. the clouds know better. they hold nothing but whisper and the float of … Continue reading

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early flowers

(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings  .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set.   .. NovPAD, day 29.

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dear fellow populators of this green blue marble,

  i am weary of the words. the world. the way we cast our stones and groan our truth and forget how very much we are the same. the way we look down at our own two shoes and forget … Continue reading

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the more things

though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness – E.E. Cummings, love’s function is to fabricate unknownness    .. that we pile upon our piles and while away with worry and squander in our selfish pockets the more strings attached the more … Continue reading

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kissing the stair post

(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing). – E.E. Cummings     .. everything isn’t ever always wonderful, of course. but there are those moments when you find yourself delighted by the very token … Continue reading

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Wholly Kissing

(a Golden Shovel, after E.E. Cummings) .. The whole world’s gone crazy ever since the moment we all decided feeling just might be fact. Fact is, we’ve all got these first things, these wonderings: why and who and what. Unphrased, … Continue reading

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