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INSISTENCE SPROUTS WINGS ALWAYS
(and I hope this is true
because I have decided to
write poem after poem
consisting of the word
CHERRY
and to take as my sacred pen name
CHERRY
and to all their questions answer
CHERRY
and so establish myself as a
defiant originality
among the young and the eccentric
who will exalt my genius
in sand and in stone
and think of me whenever they
spit a pit.)
:thumbsup:
Allah Almighty has blessed you with a great talent of being able to be narrative about people's wants and understandings - psychology absorbed well ^_^
Great piece of meta-poetry and it reminded of Walt Whitman's poem (where I learned the terminology of meta-poetry) and this is inspiring me too :blush:
*Gives hug* keep on writing Lumiere :D
Welcome, your Cherryness, and may your pits give birth to many a cherry tree.
Cherry, i loved this! From the flowing title to the pit at the end, I smiled and enjoyed every word of it! wholly original, it flows wonderfully, is colorful, and a delight to read. i have a bag of cherries in the kitchen and will certainly be spitting out your pits over breakfast tomorrow.
CHERRY,
Its my favorite flavor of lifesavers!
To everyone:
CHERRY
P.S.
You are very kind, Astro. Say, do you know the particular Whitman poem?
Thank you, Prince.
I'm so glad you smiled at my little poem, lall! . . . and are recollected to it by pits.
Reading this poem definitely IS a bowl of cherries, Prunus Avium! (sounds like an Emperor!)
It's refreshingly original and -- seasonal!
And my mouth is a bright cherry red now that, after having read your poem aloud with delight, it wants (and does) to add:
THANK you!
Bar
Yes, and I'm sorry the poem is by Wallace Stevens called Of Modern Poetry which is one of my favourite poems as it deals with meta poetry and we read about this in the Modernism course and I quoted it even to illustrate the condition present in Virgina Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway. :blush: :D
A humorous little piece in the ee cummings / WC Williams mould; the parentheses work well to make the reader read the whole poem in a different pitch of voice, like a whisphered aside, or complete subordinate clause awaiting resolution which never comes. (As such, I'd be tempted to delete the final full-stop - it seems out-of-place in the poem.)
This reminds me of a favorite poem
"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms"
Kobayashi Issa
Thanks for quoting this, Hack, and thanks again to Lumiere for providing you the occasion to do so.Quote:
Originally Posted by hack