© 2016 paulwhankins

“Or Lando. . .”

Earlier this spring, we worked on poetic forms in Room 407. It helps to have a form in mind when reaching for poetry as as a remedy to the pain one might feel from the immediacy of tragedy. While this pantoum breaks the rules of the traditional form, it is freeing somehow in this time of tragedy. . .for this would-be poet. 

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“Or Lando. . .”

You can cradle Lily or Lando
in your hands and in your heart.
A something love wants us to know:
of the parcel of life both are a part.

In our hands and in our heart
of the parcel of life, both are a part.
What we place in them both is where we start
to learn that loving and living are each an art.

In your hands and in your heart:
a bouquet fresh like spring or a bag full of stone.
What you place in the both is where you start:
no flower grows unplanted, no rock thrown alone.

What we place in them both is where we start,
to learn that loving and living are each an art.
Gathering either one, we daily fill our carts,
the nurturing of one would set the other apart.

In our hands and in our hearts
a something LOVE wants US to know:
the nurturing of one would set the other apart.
We can cradle lilies or Landos.

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