does the size of words matter?
yesterday I called the sky--
(so BIG it stole all that surrounded it)
what there was within it
was rendered, small,
the infinite swallowing the infintiscimile
children have their own kind of poetry
with metaphors like crayons and sidewalk chalk
to define how they feel and see
to the child in me--
the sky is simply BIG.
my little word, then,
strives to compare
my slice of universe
made up of changeable clouds
that steer themselves
and grasp and ride on
ferris wheels of air.
its so endless
this lovely bigness
on this blue-sky day
which matches my eyes
there can be no bigger sky
no better light
other than this ONE
that my little-ness
and is so glad to see.
remembering yesterday and its colors...1/8/2021
in celebrating day number two of his birthday-days
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLd
NOTE--WRITING SIMPLE POEMS IS LIKE REMEMBERING THE JOY OF
LEARNING THE VOCABULARY OF A NEW LANGUAGE...WITH EACH NEW LITTLE
WORD, THERE IS GREAT JOY IN LEARNING TO EXPRESS YOURSELF.
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