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.
I love the way you've taken the E.E. Cummings line and made it your own, Grace. Some lovely phrases in this one:
ReplyDelete'yellow is a drumbeat'
and
'...tying
my feet in balloons
gliding over lakes'
are my favourites!
I personally love humanity and your 'paper me (less) humor me (more) humanity, i don't hate you' is just wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYes, 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.
ReplyDeleteOoh this is absolutely breathtaking, Grace! I just love "in twilight hours, tying my feet in balloons gliding over lakes"
ReplyDeleteI love the colour in this one.
ReplyDeleteI do love the verbs - and what a great reference to cummings
ReplyDeleteA little humor can brighten the day as life marches away
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteOh 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".
ReplyDeleteLovely and colorful poem, Grace. Thanks for hosting this OLN. :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem.
ReplyDeleteI especially like this part:
"yellow is a drumbeat
in twilight hours, tying
my feet in balloons"
well done, love your use of language.
ReplyDeletefeet in balloons..such interesting images!
ReplyDeleteGreen - Growth. Clever indeed. Dream on...
ReplyDeleteI agree with your last line: "humanity, i don't hate you"
ReplyDeletethe ending is great....gorgeous poem!
ReplyDeleteMuch 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!
ReplyDeleteGreat nod to Cummings, and you always find the most delightful boys of art to complement your verse.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty, Grace. Have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeleteLoved 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.
ReplyDeletelovely poem, Grace :)
ReplyDeleteVivid colors bursting through the grey; a technicolor protest. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThe photo matches the poem well. Abstract. I like the part about feet in gallons gliding over lakes.
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