monkey puzzle

lying on
my back
looking
through
the branches
of a tree
at a sky
that would
puzzle a monkey
never mind
me

my heron
perched
on wall
watching
a fisherman
watching
a fish
watching
a fly
under
a sky
that would
puzzle a monk
never mind
me

above
my moon
rising
sickle
soon
before
my sun
was set
upon
the
western
wind
I lie
under
a sky
that
would
a monkey
puzzle
never mind me



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 23:48

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Mark J. Wood
E. E. Cummings has just quit; he can't take the competition. His harp has gone out of tune and his face is grimaced into defeat. You have put him right off of his composing (or decomposing) in The Big Cloud Store.

Someone should tell him to keep his heron. (This has been passed as fit for human consumption by the Society for Heron Intoxication and Theology.) (Any experts in acronymism should avoid reading the previous sentence.)

Mark.
2007-05-22


kath
.contemplation under skies ...a meditation .. a being part of all ... and how puzzeling it all is ....

a wonderful and contemplative poem ... took me wandering in my mind watching stars on midnight skies

best wishes
katherine
2007-05-21