seasons pass so hither and thither

as we walk about with our heads laid down

searching screens for ideas anew

all-while forgetting the me and the you

all-while forgetting the me and the you

we are in front of each other

with our vacant plate faces

searching for something in far away places

searching for something in far away places

that bag, that car, that three bed, four bath

as if our existences only have meaning

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

is nothing worth having, we ignore the truth

the truth of the empty have-it-all journey

hurtling prone on a rubber-wheeled gurney

it’s no life, I tell you

it’s death in suspension

all while we’re forgetting

the me and the you

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Today, over at Poetic Bloomings we are invited to choose a quote, and let our poetry bloom from there.

I have become (recently) a huge admirer of E.E. Cummings’ poetry, and so I couldn’t resist jazzing on his poem, ‘Anyone lived in a pretty how town’, which as I understand it, is about the loss of identity in the modern world. Funny how this is so prescient – he would have a field-day with that theme now, I think.

My specific inspiration for my poem was the final verse:

“Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain”

I hope you enjoy my offering – please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to read more – and do take part if you can!