My pearlescent poems for you, my very best selected from my other blog TO THE RUSSIAN POETS at angelidicuoremare.blogspot.com which strangely, I can no longer edit nor add to. Anyway, welcome to the new blog my friend which is a culling of many colours and all for you in the name of lovely God, and the Trinity and my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas and other dear loved ones, of which you, also, dear reader, shine like an unnumbered Star. God bless YOU and worldwide lovely enduring POETRY...
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
BLUE STARRED IN THE BLUE GRASS SPRING, LULLAY
[to e.e. cummings]
blue-starred in the blue grass blue
bell floating are the flowers
in the land of before not after
blue starred is the laughter
of the small clouds above the
sunlit,
violet strewn and is the moss
besides all else in green velveteens
right up to the small oak door
of the fairy queen invisible?
so it seems in
the blue starred in the blue grass
in the cream of the day frothing over
the rim the deep blue rim
of the before not after
of the wafting of the white rosed
in the bubbling of forever just
starting to be
a little blue starred (sleepy, aren't you)
in the blue grass almost
tumbling over into april
that can't exactly walk yet
floating with little stars and dreams
toppling over into the
pink mysterious
mary angela douglas 11 february 2014
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