Monday, March 31, 2014

Me, You, Mockingbird

Much Madness is divinest Sense to a discerning Eye ~ Emily Dickenson

Sometimes a poem means just what it means. This is inspired by the Wordle of We Write Poems, a play with sound and sense.



Somewhere 
in the Madness Woods,
across the Rabbit Blue 
far beyond the Melting Wind,

"You, me, Mockingbird."

It teases life again, 
faint and growing thin:

Me, 
       You, 
            Mockingbird.

7 comments:

  1. Really love "in the madness woods" - thanks so much for joining in this week, Karen!

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  2. There's a good mad combo - me, you, mockingbird

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  3. Nice sound-play. Our mockers are fat, sassy, and loud as crows.

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  4. what a great poem. i too love the line 'in the madness woods.' our mockingbirds are loud here. i love to watch them. hope all is well. have a great day~

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  5. You me and me you! Clever shot Karen!

    Hank

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  6. Whatever the poem means to itself... to me it just sings.

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