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 flesh 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.
 

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 Jackson said…
I absolutely love this. You've caught the spirit perfectly. :)
brudberg said…
Love the form here.. Very inspiring with such math,
Sioux Roslawski 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.
And all while pouring coffee! :)
Maude Lynn 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.
said…
I love this.
Anonymous said…
In totality - rocked it - from start to finish - no more needs to be (ac)counted (for)

[visiting from "sweet 16"/anniversary]
Kerry O'Connor said…
I am in them all!
Yes, you are.