"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Fertile Fur

Fertile fur white hops
eggs to sticky palms
begging chocolate Easter.

It doesn’t matter how
tall plastic grass grows
as long as baskets
are deep enough for hidden.

Lesson lines cackleberry nests
that quicker bunnies win the prize,
but tears will grow longer legs
to chase discovery next year.

Determination’s the fuel of empty hands.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

It seems Gertrude Stein is again my muse. :)
I wish I had invented the word, cackleberry,
but a Thesaurus search revealed it to me. 


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I thought I had invented the word cackleberry - I always ask little kids, when they are giggling, if they have been drinking giggle juice and eating cackleberries - which makes them giggle more..........Stein is always going to be a voice in my head, I suspect, having enjoyed her voice so much yesterday! I love this poem of yours, kiddo.

grapeling said...

I can remember when my boys were still desirous of hunting candy. now, not so much... ~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Delicious in all sorts of ways. (And I always thought my Grandma invented 'cackleberries'.)

Hannah said...

Your poetry always delivers! Your closing lines really bring it in with a punch...every time! :)

Ella said...

I love your poem~ I wish I had written my differently after reading yours~ Well done, Susie!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I love invented words. This is a word that I would have thought would been--should have been! Happy Eater!

Jim said...

I was thinking Gertrude Stein when I read this. It was affirmed when I found your tears with legs. You managed it nicely though.
Hmm, what was this about? At first I was thinking the Easter Bunny, now I think Easter in general. Nice write, Susie. I couldn't keep things straight to even start like you wrote.

Kerry O'Connor said...

As long as baskets are deep enough for hidden...

Extraordinary phrasing makes this Easter egg hunt a treat!

Vandana Sharma said...

easter full wishes!!!

Marian said...

This is full of gems, Susie. I especially like "deep enough for hidden." I'm feeling an ominousness in this short pen that's leaving me unsettled.

hedgewitch said...

My husband always calls eggs that--and also, henfruit. ;_) I like the jumpy style you employ here--it kind of suggest the child all with its disconnected yet very relevant observations,makes me see a toddler running with chubby legs, and the thrills in the plastic grass.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Your last line is energy made words... ♥

R.K. Garon said...

Well... that was interesting and delightful to read.

Other Mary said...

Love this especially:

...but tears will grow longer legs to chase discovery next year.

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