Thursday, June 22, 2006

POETRY THURSDAY-Words, Words, Words

as starshine is

a bubble burst
does float not still
a round and rainbowed
morning's hill
but down like lead,
or yet like rains
upon our even-tempered brains

though never-saids
remain unsung
nor meadowlarks unloose our tongues
or ever else our unsaids sing from not to is
a round as ring is round
and bright
as starshine is
tonight we found

photo credit: Paul Berenson, "Starshine On The Rhone" (after Vincent)


Tammy said...

You have captured many beautiful words. I love the "never-said's" expression:) Lovely.

pepektheassassin said...

Thank you, Tammy. Don't you just love Thursdays???

RavenGrrl said...

Pepek, you have a great sense of humor and wordsmithery... i love that you go round and round with your words. Reminds me a little of both e.e. cummings and, strangely enough, Shakespeare.

very nice image to illustrate your wonderful poem!

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jim said...

Skillful improvisation here, starting simply enough, and then letting it all unspool itself. Elegant!

wendylou who? said...

I'd say I like the first stanza....and the second too.. but that the I like it all..but the meadowlarks unloose our tounges...the very best.

k said...

best poem i read here yet. and THAT is saying something.

pepektheassassin said...

I appreciate all your comments!

Dana said...

though never-saids
remain unsung
nor meadowlarks unloose our tongues

I love this part, but not at all at the exclusion of the rest. Great writing.

(I secretly love all words, too. Well, except moist.)

pepektheassassin said...

And maybe: poignant. (sort of sounds like someone who is, well, touchingly pregnant.

pepektheassassin said...

Or, perhaps, moistly pregnant.