somewhere between us
i feel seconds stretch more than miles;
have fingers I count on, sufficient to span distance in hours,
never expecting joy to wing so far, recklessly
travelled, across so many borders
gladly i would leap days to touch
beyond this ticking and wound thing, time;
any space becoming collapsible moments, past
experience, to flower hope to wonder
your spirit and mine twinning and braided; these
eyes blinded by brightness, snow blindness in winter sun,
have left us reeling and senseless to this,
their purpose, a perfect resonating
silence: together.
***an acrostic from my favorite e.e. cummings poem: "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence." Hope you like my experiment.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
To know such love and be so talented as to describe it with such awe and beauty…you have done e.e. proud Susan!!
Thank you–have never attempted an acrostic before–glad you liked 🙂
Very well done. And the Cummings poem is one of my very favorite. I find I recite it often. Just because.
Oh, George, it is such a beautiful poem, it begs reciting 🙂
Thanks for liking my first attempt at an acrostic–it was…difficult, but fun!
Well I have only just met this one by cummings and we are still making friends, good write
🙂 thanks, Ian! I do so love this poem (cummings’, not mine)…
You have taken this new challenge to heart. Beautifully done and I loved going back after reading your words and reading e.e.’s lines in them. Brava Susan, no question and never doubted you would do yourself proud!
Aw, thanks, hon!
crafty and beautiful.. quite a combo Susan
Audra–thanks so much! This was kinda tougher than I thought it would be 🙂
I bet… I give you mucho credit for even trying and then to actually be so awesome at it!!
You have a special way that you get your words to just flow so seemlessly in your poems
You are far too kind, Audra–you should have seen me working on this seamlesss flowing for hours today, tearing the seams out and starting over–then stomping off and cursing from time to time 🙂
If this was not hands-down my favorite love poem of all time, I would have said to hell with it and written something else instead 🙂
all I see is the end product but I certainly understand the blood sweat and tears…
mmm you don’t seem like the type that says “to hell with it too often”, right or wrong?
Right–I will start over, rework, reword, but rarely do I scrap something, unless I have written something in a snit 🙂
Good experiment. 🙂
Thanks, Nelle. Was fun, although headache-provoking, too!
A lovely innovation, Susan. Kudos!
Thanks Celestine! It was HARD. Glad you enjoyed.
The music and message of the poem dazzle the ears and draw out imaginations!
lovely.
Thanks so much! I cannot believe how tricky a form this was to work with, interspersing my thoughts and e.e.’s words…
When I read your comment in the Facebook Writing Poetry Group I didn’t understand at first what you meant. I do now and I love it! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Morgan–I love this kind of acrostic, although it can be tricky, I often think it is worth the effort 😉