Sunday, May 3, 2015

While Pouring Coffee

I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but cunt and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
_______

A double 55 for Real Toads. 55 words, and the numbers in the poem add up to 55.
 

15 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved the fiery spirit coursing through your verse :D
xoxo

Kerry O'Connor said...

What an amazing poem, Shay. You pack as much punch with your short pieces as you do your longer narrative - and how cool the numbers add up to 55!

De said...

I absolutely love this. You've caught the spirit perfectly. :)

Björn Rudberg said...

Love the form here.. Very inspiring with such math,

Sioux said...

Blazingly brilliant, Shay.

Susie Clevenger said...

I am woman hear me roar. :) Keep being you. It inspires the less timid to sharpen their claws.

Cloudia said...

You are a diamond cutter
of perfect judgment
and balance;
you are the deep fire
that births such stones.
You are dear in the world
and dear to me:
You ignored gem
who should be
crown...

Cloudia said...

And such fearless honesty in your fingertips

hedgewitch said...

This poem opens out like a fan, and shows a bit more at every stick, till in the end we have a unity of multiplicity, a one from many. You have mathematically r/evolved the self so the reader sees its vital, and vitally differing components, all of them filled with genius.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

And all while pouring coffee! :)

Mama Zen said...

This is incredible.

Gillena Cox said...

a fearless write

much love...

Outlawyer said...

Amazing--I don't think you had to add up to 55--that part a bit overkill! But that said, a wonderful poem--strong, memorable. k.

Shawna said...

I love this.