Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Tuesday Poem: Caught in the Middle of Too much White Space





Running
Off
And finding ideas spinning
Away
Past tightly packed Geraniums
With
No sign of stopping for breath
You
Cannot pull those threads together
Can't
Find the Coherency
You
See its lost in the blue ninety nines
See
I'm
I'm
Splitting apart  

Nothing left now                                but                              Chrysanthemums


by Alicia Ponder


The tricky thing about this poem is that it's really three poems in one depending on how you read it,  and of course (at least for rabid fans like me) this is in part a (very strange) homage to  A A Milne's The Dormouse and the Doctor, which can be found here at http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/A.A._Milne/14279 although I find myself that I'd prefer to wait until the official copyright is over.  That's why I have the books :).


And don't forget to check  out the Tuesday Poem -'Tuesday': an unfolding communal poem for a birthday

... all laughed except Tyr: he lost his hand: The Poetic Edda on the god Tyr hence Tuesday.





6 comments:

  1. Nice! I've always loved the Dormouse & the Doctor.

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  2. Very nice indeedy Alicie. I love the breathlessness of it. And the ending! And the homage. The whole deal. Bravo.

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  3. Cheers Janis, I know - isn't "the Dormouse and the Doctor" just so delightful? - I can hardly hear "99" without wanting to quote from it.

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  4. Mary - that's such a lovely comment - breathless. Thank you.

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