My stem is that particular day when words become actions
blooming blossoming reactions .
Blood Red Riding Hood grown
waving mobile sculpture:
(flowery) words in the wind
in
visible
haute couture patchwork,
a higher art with
invisible seams
the median string is strong, it seems
and each rod a different road to explore ,
facets like planets revolving,
sunlit surfaces in movement
/ enlighten me!
my stem, that particular day,
that becoming >>>
The structure that you have chosen complements the theme of your poem, Axilea. You have given me much to think about; to reflect upon. To answer your question regarding my silly "poems," it is not a writing exercise but something that comes to me and urges me to play with words, which I have always loved to do. Thank you so much. Love and best wishes,
This reminds me of that gorgeous poem by e.e.cummings, "i thank you god", especially in that last set of lines: "my stem, that particular day, that becoming>>>" The format of the poem fits perfectly into the theme: a structure of movement-- all that blown-about-windward (word?)-flowery moton. I love all the space between words and punctuation; it's become an extention of the movement, rather than a blunt end to it. And even the last word, "becoming" continues on with the mathematical equivalency of becoming ">>>". But most of all, I love the poem behind the poem-- the one of you becoming this fully-bloomed verb. --Charlie
Spontaneity in the moment is bliss, To just "be"is to move in the beautiful rhythm of life's free fall, moving in the direction that comes next without compromise, only instant acceptance.
This freedom may even be called love.
Very kewl, I love what you have done here Axilea, and more importantly, I love the fact that you know and shared this with us. sweeeeeeet
...and how alive, Axilea, and energetic these words
become, the core of their source opens and gives
up and we have poetry that is felt, wrought, perfected.
I SUPPOSE ONE CAN FEEL LIKE THIS...WHEN EVOLVING. YES...ONE MAY FEEL THE 'PULL' OF ALL DIFFERENT TAUNT LINES, WHICH ARE COMPRISED OF YOUR ABILITIES, HOPES AND DREAMS. AND THOUGH THEY ARE COMPLETELY SEPARATE, YET, THEY BLEND INTO ONE AWESOME...YOU! A WONDERFUL WORK, ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Great title, Axilea. I like the way you structured this poem.
Wonderful alliteration. Every line beautifully controlled.
In other words, I love the poem. -gene.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Always,
Deborah
driven by pulsating cosmic thoughts from afar?
engaging write, axilea.
best,
carolyn
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
fee
This freedom may even be called love.
Very kewl, I love what you have done here Axilea, and more importantly, I love the fact that you know and shared this with us. sweeeeeeet
dan
it's movement is like an invasion
Task force coming down from the universe.
Blessings,
Christine
(as in illuminating, uplifting...)
become, the core of their source opens and gives
up and we have poetry that is felt, wrought, perfected.
John
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Wonderful alliteration. Every line beautifully controlled.
In other words, I love the poem. -gene.