Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

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 flesh and fingertips.

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

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
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A double 55 for Real Toads. 55 words, and the numbers in the poem add up to 55.
 

18 comments:

  1. Loved the fiery spirit coursing through your verse :D
    xoxo

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  2. 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!

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

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

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

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  6. 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...

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  7. And such fearless honesty in your fingertips

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  8. 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.

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  9. 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.

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  10. In totality - rocked it - from start to finish - no more needs to be (ac)counted (for)

    [visiting from "sweet 16"/anniversary]

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