Thursday, January 26, 2017

Through the grey windows



Run me quick
along songs of swallows
yellow is a drumbeat 

in twilight hours, tying
my feet in balloons
gliding over lakes

with teardrops blued-
spoon, toss me
to a salad of green & grains-

i'm an algorithm
scarfing out, 
pitchforking remnants of a march-

paper me (less)
humor me (more)
humanity, i don't hate you






Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Join us for OpenLinkNight starting at 3pm EST.   Putting a little verbication in my verses, which was Lillian's prompt last Tuesday.     


Check out the poetry reading of E.E. Cummings, Humanity i love you by A. Palmer.   

24 comments:

  1. I love the way you've taken the E.E. Cummings line and made it your own, Grace. Some lovely phrases in this one:

    'yellow is a drumbeat'
    and
    '...tying
    my feet in balloons
    gliding over lakes'

    are my favourites!

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  2. I personally love humanity and your 'paper me (less) humor me (more) humanity, i don't hate you' is just wonderful!

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  3. Yes, you had me at /yellow is a drumbeat/--and what cool verbified nouns scattered like fruit in the cereal bowl. For me, this piece is profoundly political--but gently so, not strident & angry & sarcastic like mine--rife with hope & positive vibes--good on you; march on.

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  4. Ooh this is absolutely breathtaking, Grace! I just love "in twilight hours, tying my feet in balloons gliding over lakes"

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  5. I do love the verbs - and what a great reference to cummings

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  6. A little humor can brighten the day as life marches away

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  7. I have to disagree with Glenn. I see nothing political in this, though you may mean it to be. I see it as a taking a poem and making your own, and loving humanity as a whole. I am particularly taken with tying balloons to your feet and soaring over lakes. What a wonderful way to travel.

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  8. A very nice takeoff from the cummings...The 'verbing' is most effective, driving from one stanza to the next. There is a drumbeat and a song to this.

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  9. Oh I want to run along songs of swallows. How beautiful. There is a subtle whimsical side to this too with "toss me to a salad of greens and grains".

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  10. Lovely and colorful poem, Grace. Thanks for hosting this OLN. :)

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  11. Excellent poem.

    I especially like this part:

    "yellow is a drumbeat
    in twilight hours, tying
    my feet in balloons"

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  12. well done, love your use of language.

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  13. feet in balloons..such interesting images!

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  14. Green - Growth. Clever indeed. Dream on...

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  15. I agree with your last line: "humanity, i don't hate you"

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  16. Much beauty in your words, Grace! Paper me (Paperless) stuck me, in that is how I work my words. I very rarely commit to paper. As for not hating humanity, I can only humanitize myself. We all should. It's easier than trying to change a multitude of minds. I choose love!

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  17. Great nod to Cummings, and you always find the most delightful boys of art to complement your verse.

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  18. Very pretty, Grace. Have a wonderful weekend.

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  19. So enjoyed this. I feel you stretched yourself beyond your (I don't want to say comfort zone, because I think we are all comfortable in the comfort of words)but beyond what might be more predictable. Had the feeling of cummings.

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  20. Loved what you did with verbication in this - I'm intrigued and anxious to give it a go myself, one of these days. The piece, itself, is brilliant ... wonderful writing.

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  21. Vivid colors bursting through the grey; a technicolor protest. Loved it!

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