though stronger coffee grinds
You (are) woke in the morning,
to find/fog on the door; her
lips touch the silhouettes of unreal
with longer fingernails
You (are) wont to live in the secret,
classrooms; your current lovers’ /unborn
dreams scratch future chalkboards
so happy to have them
You are w(h)et in swordfishes
hero thoughts; swashbuckling/gangplank
oceans poke you back
"for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)/ it's always ourselves we find in the sea" e.e.cummings (it was his birthday yesterday 10/14/1894) I noticed Amy George had posted this quote after I wrote this poem, quite coincidentally - it really seemed to fit so I borrowed it, thanks Amy!
Lovely poem, Dan! I particularly find the last stanza striking with the image of the swashbuckling thoughts and the ocean's response. Great e.e. cummings tribute. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for taking the time to read and for commenting Amy! I do appreciate it. e.e cummings is one of my all time favorites.
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