Poetry Thursday

i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear

i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)

making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always

But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
--and all about
herself
the sprouting largest final air

plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams

-- ee cummings

This is this week's Poetry Thursday submission. I've been savoring it and trying to feel it's meaning. I was going to put on another ee cummings poem, but that one was very racy. And I'm always discovering that new people are reading this blog -- P's mom, P's ex, my mom, my exes, co-workers, etc. I guess some discretion is necessary at times.

This holiday week has been rather focused on weddings. We wrote out a guest list on Tuesday. Yesterday I went to look for dresses ... again. At first all the dresses I tried on seemed beautiful and perfect and my problem was that I couldn't decide which to pick. Now all the dresses seem wrong and I can't find anything that's quite right. I'm waiting for the magic moment when I put on the dress and the tears form in my eyes because I KNOW this is THE perfect dress. Soon. I think I'm just about over dress shopping.