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
(I LOVE ALL WORDS!)
photo credit: Paul Berenson, "Starshine On The Rhone" (after Vincent)
10 comments:
You have captured many beautiful words. I love the "never-said's" expression:) Lovely.
Thank you, Tammy. Don't you just love Thursdays???
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!
nice
Skillful improvisation here, starting simply enough, and then letting it all unspool itself. Elegant!
I'd say I like the first stanza....and the second too.. but that the whole...so I like it all..but the meadowlarks unloose our tounges...the very best.
best poem i read here yet. and THAT is saying something.
I appreciate all your comments!
And maybe: poignant. (sort of sounds like someone who is, well, touchingly pregnant.
Or, perhaps, moistly pregnant.
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