Daily Prompt: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

Poetry

Prompt: Publish a post in the style of a favorite author/blogger or photographer.

This poem comes from my second poetry collection, Pagan Blues, and mimics (and makes allusions to several works by) one of my favorite poets. It was also published in Spring: The Journal of the E.E. Cumming Society. This poem was composed long before I began traveling.
 

NOVEMBER SUNSET
after E. E. Cummings

when we first met i
tried to entice you with
“jake hates
                               all the girls(the”
but you didn’t share
my love for the cold
ones.

a luncheon won, i
wore green as would
my love riding on
a great horse of gold,
the hounds of my
stomach crouched
low and smiling;
Afterwards i tried
“suppose,” hoping
you liked flowers.

near the end i sang
“who are you,little i”
to you without you,
knowing the beautiful
way this would end,
as every golden day
must end.
 

Posted in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/03/daily-prompt-copies/

6 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

  1. Cummings is one of my favorite 20th-century poets, too. Especially for his unrivaled sense of “fun” (in academe, they called it Homo ludens, or “man at play”)–often masking a deeper truth or a darker reality in the way a cat might toy with a caught bird, I must say. In this piece, though, you freeze the quiet disappointment/melancholia in time perfectly. Excellent; I love it.

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