Me contemplative at the Museum-Photo by Theresa LoSchiavo
9.
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
Nine
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
logarithmically.
My Peg-The one footed pigeon whose made my sill a home
Blackbird
"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
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
Nine
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
logarithmically.
My Peg-The one footed pigeon whose made my sill a home
Blackbird
"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:
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.
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