most this amazing

i'm a bit too lazy to read poetry in general (which is why this is the first post on poetry since this blog started). i think it requires a lot more deep thought and introspection than prose, which is why i avoid it. but last year, we did this poem by ee cummings at school, and i LOVED it.  i love how honest, how quirky, how humbling, how awe-inspiring it is. i think it's a beautiful example of worship. the last two stanzas are my favouritefavourite :) i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything wich is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any-lifted from the no of all nothing-human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

my teacher last year asked us all to write our own poems before we actually read it, based on the words "this amazing day". so i wrote one. and it was pretty lame. (my poetry is never actual poetry; it's just prose broken up into shorter lines) but i will put it here anyway...

this day. today.

like nothing else before it or after it

but always the same 

like You, like me

like the sun on my back

like the little things

the very little things

the mischievous grin on my sister's face

that old saying:

"We've run out of shampoo again"