Scatte-ring Lightningly s-e.e.d of i
” (i carry it in my heart) “
e.e. Cummings
Here!-in-after
above
the cabinings,
aRe ancient t r e e s
be-low
the ElePhANT
colored stone..
Upper benches
aRe a
lounge full
of darknessly
dead leaves.
CrawLing myster!ies;
movement &
i aNd i.
Here!-right There,
-o-pen-br-own-
c a r d
board BOX.
Un-zip-pin-ing
plasticular
bag of dustheavy
bodybits,
because in shade
like this
what teeth
oF
ash——– of, b-one
fall to
grounding while
a blue
fleet–ingly airsky
*GLEAMS*
now aNd. Then
when spring a-Gain
arrivintualy blooms.
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This is such a fun read, Coleman! The capitalization and the punctuation add to the poem’s energy.
“Upper benches
aRe a
lounge full
of darknessly
dead leaves.
CrawLing myster!ies;”
I just love that!
p.s.– Thank you for your comment on my last poem. There is no “reply” after your comment. Perhaps there are limits on the response threads when others leave comments?
Thanks 😊 yeah I think i remever that from last year. There is a limit
We all need a little ee cummings for spiritual sustenance. Nice reminder. It’s also full of your unique vision.
Coleman, thank you for the reminder of ee cummings. Your poem is full of delight and wonder. Pulls me in and wraps me up in gorgeousness.
Playful and full of purpose. A wonder.
this style perfect for your unorthodox mind
darknessly dead leaves
Delightful, Coleman! You are a wonder.
This has that meditative quality of a Coleman poem but with some fragmentation and unique language and it makes for an interesting read
Fun!
I read this out loud, imagining what you were writing. I had no idea. But I had fun. Lots of wondering at one point whether I was speaking in the voice of a vacuum cleaner.
This took my brain away. It will never come back Coleman. My spiritual director advised to “lose my mind.” I don’t know where it is. My mind is going. Daaaaaaaaaaisey, Daaaaaaaisey, give. me…….. your an-SWER do.