Wednesday, March 20, 2013

9. and also NINE

Me contemplative at the Museum-Photo by Theresa LoSchiavo 

 by E.E. Cummings

there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly

we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear

nothing of the kind.

(So,when kiss Spring comes
we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don't make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to
kiss me) 

The bloom upon my shamrock

by M.S.

change is its nature
as numbers go, its transitional
a simple noun in motion
its evolution, an arrow aimed straight for

the binary solution.

sliding-over is its action
rolling in on waves of feeling, reeling, aching,
hesitating at the crossing line
inevitable as Spring,  it's heart beats


My Peg-The one footed pigeon whose made my sill a home


"Take these broken wings and learn to fly.  All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive."
The Beatles
"The White Album"

Spring Is Happening Right Now


1 comment:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

blackbird from the whitealbum is the anthem here. the anthem of First Bird who in the dark, gives it's one note every morning and is never seen.