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

 A.J. 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.