Words of a tragically inept poet and writer. Self exploration and observations of a phenomenal free spirit and thinker.






 

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Kiss kiss….

When I was a young girl I practiced kissing on my hand. Now, I am an old woman, practicing the same kiss, wishing my hand could kiss back.

cummings-

 now what were motionless move(exists no

miracle mightier than this:to feel)
poor worlds must merely do,which then are done; 
and whose last doing shall not quite undo 
such first amazement as a leaf-here’s one

more than each creature new(except your fear
to whom i give this little parasol, 
so she may above people walk in the air 
with almost breathing me)-look up:and we’ll

(for what were less than dead)dance,i and you; 

high(are become more than alive)above 
anybody and fate and even Our 
whisper it Selves but don’t look down and to

-morrow and yesterday and everything except love

e e cummings