Ah strawberries. My pictorial representation of the vernal season for those of you who need visuals to go with your vernalness.
So, Second Annual Pumpkin Week in Spring sprang, and now that it is fully sprung, I’ll be getting back to my usual posting schedule, so you have to wait for Wednesday for another recipe.
But I wanted to share something.
Cause I’m a giver.
When I’m not being a taker, anyway.
I recently added a Wicked Stuff page to Scrumptious Gruel which I will gradually, when I have time, be adding stuff to. Wicked Stuff is basically favorite creative things of mine. Thus far it has just been a couple of paintings.
I was recently inspired by Ellie of Boots n Burbs to add one of my favorite poems to it. Turns out we share a love of e.e. cummings. I’ve kept this poem on my fridge because I love it. It’s about love. Duh. God I’m a girl. But it is also about emotion vs. intellect, life and death and…well I’m curious what y’all think too. So it will be on the Wicked Stuff page too but here ya go:
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other:then
laugh,leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
Do you like e.e. cummings? What do you think this poem is about?