Category: Poetry

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Sunday Sharing: e. e. cummings

This week’s Sunday Share is [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e. e. cummings. I chose this poem because of its use of parentheses. It’s as if there are two poems in one. This poem inspired me to write one of my own, blending two poems into one with only parentheses separating each line. For copyright reasons, I have not included the entire poem in this post. Please follow the “Read More” link to read the entire poem.

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

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Cummings, E. E. “[i Carry Your Heart with Me(i Carry It in] by E. E….” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation, www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49493/i-carry-your-heart-with-mei-carry-it-in.

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Caturday Poetry: Kitty Napping

The human laid out his clothes
Here I go napping, napping
To distract him from leaving

I have claimed him as my own
I did not give permission
So, I sit kneading, purring

He pulled the clothes from under me
Why, I cry, I have no redemption
He can’t leave without petting, petting

Is the food dish filled to the brim?
I don’t have enough water
So, I sit here starving, dying

As my human leaves
His punishment will be cruel
He’ll have to clean my droppings

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Flashback Friday Poetry: Birth of Insanity

i’ve come to a point in my life where my dreams lie in shame
they speak to me in riddles, perhaps to hide the pain
the haunting nightmares every night make me feel deranged
i joke & play & pretend it away but everything’s the same

the evil thoughts in my mind i can’t seem to reverse
everything looks as though its headed for the worst
i’ve tried many remedies including going to church
i feel as though i’m turning into the Imp of the Perverse

i’ve made my mind up, there’s nothing you can change
no way you can stop me, not even locking my in a cage
persuade me all you want to, my mind you cannot sway
i’m the sick one here, don’t fear, do you want to come & play

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.