gracehopper

gracehopper

A Poem by Ed Hart
"

recycled, repaired, (and especially, recovered)

"

i'm so heavly unsainted

beneath this rockway

of pulchridatious loveslip


sisyphusing up and down

the clamberous roundabows

of womanly onsizing

                              my most

holyized tryons fit lessly at all


remaindering myself leftlorn

hoppinghard for for for you

to love the first stone

© 2016 Ed Hart


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I'm at the scene
of Jesus and the
adulterous woman
and casting the first stone...
to love the first stone of judgement...
would leave you for sure to be
unsainted...
not sure what you intended
but this is where my wine brain
lead me.



Posted 7 Years Ago


Ed Hart

7 Years Ago

i don't think it's your wine brain, but rather the convolutions of a man who has traipsed through th.. read more
Once we got used to the triviality of every day, we might forget the heaviness of the very first step and then everything evolves for the better, this is very special homage to her. I so enjoyed reading this. The abstraction was perfect and of course, poets can invent words everything once had a beginning, I liked your word inventions . Thank you.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Do I recall this? I think I do; or at least, something ever so similar; and I also seem to remember commenting, 'move over Stanley Unwin,' there's a new kid on the block, or something ever so similar, (oops, sorry for repeating myself,) as my father would occasionally say during a rather too stuffy dinner party. (must be the baked beans on toast I had earlier.) :))

Whatever, it made my heart soar.

'holysized tryons' indeed!

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ed Hart

7 Years Ago

you always leave me with a smile...yes, repaired and reconstituted, not to mention reconciled
Ya bastardized the English language and deserve to be knighted for it. Somebody call Shakespeare and fire him.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Such a "gas", and amazing how he never runs out of it :) Your mythical will rock and roll forever, dear legend :)))

Posted 8 Years Ago


~ a mind which creates a word like "unsainted"... is uniquely gifted...

Posted 8 Years Ago


These words, so unique, so apt so wonderful.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Amazed. be-numbed at the language used, the beckoning of catch me if you can between spaced-out
wit in tale-told best ever!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on November 6, 2016
Last Updated on November 24, 2016

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Ed Hart
Ed Hart

Olympia, WA



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