of the more

of the more
you are the most
& my smallness leaps
to the tallest feeling

of this
pouring
like water
into me
& escaping
this mouth

before I can dam it
love

****Why is it lately these Cummings-like images enter my mind while I am driving somewhere?  They are fun, though!  I am going to get ticketed for driving under the influence–but, influence of what?

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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26 Responses to of the more

  1. Great poem, Susan. Short and crisp and mult-ilayered with meanings, as usual.
    It inspired this response – written under the influence of escaping jets of water streaming across the oceans!

    what good is a spring,
    if it simply wells inside
    unseen, unfelt, untouched?

    springs seek release
    find release
    leap and spring forth
    surge to find release
    (and release us)
    to feed the parched earth
    a destiny we call escape.

  2. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    Driving under the influence of creative grammar. . . ? They’ll think you’re nuts or perhaps some kind of anarchist. Both could be good. 🙂

  3. nelle says:

    Inspiration is always fun…

  4. jeglatter says:

    he he he, me too with the getting pulled over in my craziness…although not cummings but really good thought…fun Susan!

  5. Rhonda says:

    We each have our personal a’muse’ments that inspire us to add more beauty to the world in which we live. I’m working on getting a secretary for my shower….maybe you could get a chauffer for your drive?

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