I write the words which play bocce on my neural pathways
I sing the notes which dance like sumo wrestlers on my heart strings
To make a prairie takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And reverie.
The reverie alone will do,
If bees are few
-Emily Dickinson
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
--when skies are hanged and oceans drowned
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
--whose hearts are mountains,roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)
--all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
-E.E. Cummings
Take note of the imagists
They paint the world puddlewonderful
with stars and sand
I sing the notes which dance like sumo wrestlers on my heart strings
To make a prairie takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And reverie.
The reverie alone will do,
If bees are few
-Emily Dickinson
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
--when skies are hanged and oceans drowned
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
--whose hearts are mountains,roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)
--all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
-E.E. Cummings
Take note of the imagists
They paint the world puddlewonderful
with stars and sand
- Last seen on Nov 26 10:02 PM. Member since April 19, 2005.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 334 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "wring my heart dry, blinking lidless eyes...".
- I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Knitter, Student, and Musician.
- I have 334 comments, 9 contests
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Aristotelian thoughts--reasons, syllogisms Founded on the crystal spheres
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Lady-Pegasus on March 31, 2007Just droped by to say a small hello...
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Throwing The Rocks on August 30, 2006Aww, love. You're so sweet. -wanders off to read your stuff-
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Burningpeat on June 8, 2006To provide a most likely unwanted answer to what was probably a rhetorical question:
I think the reason that the taste of penny reminds one of losing teeth is that one tastes iron-rich blood when a tooth is lost, and pennies probably have a little iron mixed in with their copper and lead. Furthermore, everyone knows what pennies taste like. -
blakependragon on April 7, 2006Hi, lol, i like your life goals. 1. i need to do that, but so my songs will be stuck in someone elses head and not mine.
2. you are bottled evil aren't you?
that would be interesting.
~later~evermore~
