(though love be a day
and life be nothing,
it shall not stop kissing)
–e. e. cummings, Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers
Make me then a flower
that is unashamed of blooming.
And make me a river undammed.
Make me a leaf that surrenders to death
but surrenders even more in life.
And make me a dawn that keeps
unfolding, a book that has no last chapter,
a phone that rings only love.
Paint me rose and then unpaint me.
Make me the door that forgets
how to latch, and just in case,
make me the skeleton key.
Make me a black wing that gathers
the light and gathers the wind,
and make me the light as it breaks on the wing
and make me the homeless wind.
You seem to be playing with the cummings idea here, which is nice, starting with the flower and blossoming into other places. I like the idea of unpainting a painting:>) Oh, and great fall colors and images on the site, I keep forgetting to mention that for more than a few days now.
Thanks David, for the nice feedback on the site background. It feels so different to me, the blues, the green and yellow. The cummings poem is a death poem, somehow apropos to the season. Hugs to you
There’s a lot of unity in this poem. The door and the key? The wing, the light and the wind? You hang out with those crazy sufis much? 🙂
i happen to be magnetized to crazy sufis 🙂 hmm, alan, you, too?
Let’s just say if they were a rock band I’d be the wacko in the VW bus following them around the country and selling grilled cheese sandwiches in the concert parking lot to pay for my ticket. The wave picked me up and hasn’t put me down yet.
Thanks for sharing. Visited your site, very interesting! I did a brief posting for e.e. cumming’s birthday today. Please stop by and visit some time and peruse!!!!
that is one of my favorite cummings poems, too! and he is one of my favorite of all poets … thanks for sharing that info about him. I didn’t know he had a poem-a-day history!