After Cummings And Goings....3 poems to ponder
After Cummings And Goings.
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Here's to the
great e.e.cummings
who answered his
muses weird summons,
sharing words folks
would glance through,
each assured his
pen danced to,
the beat of some
quite different drummings.
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©~MFB III
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Nature's Magic Wands.
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Once again
I ponder
a freshly plucked
dandelion puff.
Holding wishes
not yet blown,
dreams to float
the summer skies
as I weed my way
along life's many
paths of despair.
How often as
a child I would use
this lollipop of fluff
to make a wish,
and then blow
away all my doubt,
across the green
pastures of youth.
Tiny parachutes
ascending, and then
falling to plant
seeds of endless
flowering suns,
that brightened
up my world.
Life always
seemed better
when we had faith
in make-believe.
Reality bears much
harder burdens
bending our spines
in the struggles
to achieve all
those dreams
we longed for,
back when we
launched those
tiny wizards
from a stem
of hope.
©~MFB III
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Wool Gathering!!
If I could gather all the hair,
that I feel would be most sturdy,
from 16 Woolly Mammoths
buried in the Arctic ice.
I'd comb it all together,
trim it neat across the top
then wind one end up tightly
and insert it in a barrel,
of silver plated steel.
Next I'd take Ponderosa Pine,
as tall as as I could find,
stripping bark and
branches to create
a pole of massive height,
and place the barrel snugly
over one end of that tree.
I'd soak the brush tip
in acrylic, rainbow neon colors,
then hoist it with a thousand men
to the highest mountaintop,
to stand it on its end,
and with assistance
"Paint The Sky!"
But since I'm more
of modest means,
with one sheet of
Arches paper,
and some tubes
of unused Grumbacher,
I will paint my dreams to scale,
till the galleries unleash
all of its miniature delights
and its prints are bought by
speculators whose support
is much grander.
Then perhaps I'll canvas
western skies, and
spread a noon sunset.
©-MFB III