Love on Imaginary Boulevard The chicks are chicking in the rays of the sun. Bees being scatter inside the deepest flowers. The people are peopling among the daisies, sleeping in offices with gardens of dreams. Later, the moon is mooning through perfect clouds, and stars starring in the sky are twinkling. Nobody nobodying sees anything else. On the boulevard boulevarding people cross the crosswalks, breathing breathing in the darkness. The lights lighting make everyone feel they’re real. Mouths mouthing, hearts hearting, eyes eying their lives. Copyright 2022 by Donald Illich.
Bio:
Donald Illich has published poetry recently in The MacGuffin and Okay Donkey. He won Honorable Mention in the Washington Prize book contest. His book, Chance Bodies, was published in 2018.
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This poem is so light and so much fun! Perfect beginning for this month on Imaginary Blvd. Thank you, Donald Illich!. (But you might want to “ed” to “scatter”?)
I think he might mean “scatter.” If people are peopling, surely bees can be being (or beeing?).
I think he might want it as is. In a world where people are peopling, bees can be being. (Or beeing?) Either way, Don, I love your poem.
I love “the people are peopling among the daisies”!
Yes… I agree. I Iove the poem. On the second thought I think you’re right. Scatter was used as a noun. I didn’t catch that at first.
Charming and fun, but highly implausible. No one ever falls asleep at the office.
Mouths mouthing, hearts hearting, eyes eying their lives. loved this line