faith is not required
June 5, 2010 at 7:54 am | Posted in poetry, writing | 18 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
between the it is (always) dark(est just
before the (dawn) of her
blink andthe
busyness bustle of
mind the day
there’s an infinitesimal
time the sky
,exact
blue
shade of smiling
eyes
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Comment by Brad— June 5, 2010 #
mind the day
I hear these words in a perky London Underground voice over a PA system
Comment by screamish— June 5, 2010 #
wow, that’s excellent
Comment by Crafty Green Poet— June 5, 2010 #
awesome ending – blue/shade of smiling/eyes – just perfect description there, Paul
Comment by ashleycapes— June 6, 2010 #
paul, how do yr eyes see these moments let alone yr hands write them?
Comment by jason— June 6, 2010 #
amazing…(I’m left commentless)
Comment by Ana— June 6, 2010 #
intriguing
Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— June 6, 2010 #
u r right, faith is not required
wonders simply exist
right here right now
everywhere
Comment by tipota— June 7, 2010 #
The work of a poetic savant. No less than genius, a poetic puzzle box that, when connected properly, reveals a treasure.
Comment by Bryan Borland— June 8, 2010 #
ahhh, romance…blue makes a perfect smile
Comment by pieceofpie— June 8, 2010 #
Love it!
Comment by harmonie22— June 9, 2010 #
Aha-infinite!
Comment by harmonie22— June 9, 2010 #
And it is thuzlee so, prophet of Oz. The eyes of the ocean meet the sky, and swirl in my vision too like clouds filled with rain for my desert city dwelling to live once more after ten years of bone-bleaching drought.
I (hope)
To borrow you device for a bit. A wonderful poem sir, as always.
Comment by Eric— June 10, 2010 #
aaah yes Paul, and haven’t the sky’s been sublime of late. i need to find more time between the blink and the bustle.
Comment by gnunn— June 10, 2010 #
And spring always follows winter as good always follows bad, those blue eyes have pierced your writing for so many years now…
I like your e.e.cummings brackets, they add something, they show your moments of hesitation and reflected ideas. I like it.
Comment by Ebby— June 11, 2010 #
One can never spend enough time looking at the sky — always above and yet sometimes not noticed. Of course this sky is partly metaphorical (a lovely sky to consider also, though).
Well, whatever it is. Notice, I say.
Comment by aletha— June 13, 2010 #
In the small details there lies immeasurable beauty.
Comment by Sumedh Prasad— June 18, 2010 #
This is the beauty woven by Mr. Squires hands that blot out the bleakness of the downside of the upside. Another lovely expression Paul. 🙂
Comment by Val— June 21, 2010 #