I think wish think
I lived in a place where the green trees
burst gratefully from the black-topped red clay,
where red berries exploded into sun-warmth
to be plucked,eaten,
drooled down the beautiful face of the world's most beautiful boy.
And then I think,
yes. thank you. yes.
And then my gratitude wakes up
uploads and writes a one-minute poem
to the world
saying thanks, world,
I have found that the one minute ones can be edited a bit, but do not go overboard. It encapsulates a one moment event and that is what makes it riveting. BlessingsReplyDelete
I liked it.ReplyDelete
a lot. very.
Speaking of E.E.Cummings, check out this poem by one of my brilliant former students (who is fifteen): http://peterjsaunders.blogspot.com/2011/04/anyone-liked-in-pretty-face-town.htmlReplyDelete