Sunday, December 9, 2012

after e e cummings ...works in progress....

Dec. 4th


once

i was calling out   comfort

handing out anything warm and dry   
once consolation of  only i while

you 
        sowed displeasure
 reaping stones 

i was   while passing out pillows
weary among the in-depth of 
between you throwing

assured of  wreckage 
while I  weeping sweeping my glass house
   -in front of  strangers of broken-

was gathering dinner 

swallowing rocks




Dec. 5th

to Jon

handsome however you grow
to love you is to know

    you of the once small
 hands  outgrowing   all

my ideals lost on maps of
napkin and drawn of

sticks in sand wave-washed
out-tide rushed
your new face blushed 
    my youthful sketches  
thoughts like  twining rosy vetches

i am clinging   salt-soaked seaside
love-draped   nodding tide

of mother




3 comments:

  1. Susie, these are really powerful, and quite successful, I think, in the vein of e e. The imagery is beautiful!

    I particularly like and think it's very strong when you say, "i was assured of wreckage weeping and sweeping glass houses" and then when you speak of swallowing rocks (I think of broken glass houses, going on, serving dinner as if nothing is wrong, choking on what's left of the fragile home)

    In the second poem, I love "of the once small hands outgrowing all my ideals..."

    "twining rosy vetches" and "I am clinging...nodding tide...of mother"

    My goodness these are so lovely! I want to post them everywhere!

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  2. Lovely, painful, revealing, sad, deep...I must add!

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