Wednesday, June 13, 2007

i want to inhale like ee cummings



i want to
think lik e (e) a poet

be
immersed
like a poet
breathe like a poet
(Bless you)
I sneeze

Leaves rustle
but the mind concretizes
i want to filter
through the subtle body
and traipse lightly
but insistently
like a cat
hunting
birds

i want to live
like a poet
each interior realization
into
a provocative symbol
a meaningful meta
phor


my
my
my


overly analytical
my mind forgets to pause
fidgets to forget

if only to transmute
the sludge of
waste (d )
opportunity
into some sublime service
sublimate
( the world)

wake the dead

it will take frantic practice
infinite patience

and listening


but i'm always running................. late
and the moments are few

and








far






be (t) ween

2 comments:

Blanca said...

Hmmm... I do too...

Lady Snaps said...

i think we all want to after reading this amazing poem!