my morning cuppa

This morning as the sun rose, golden in all the grey mist, flashes of warm gold reflecting in the cold grey water, for some reason all i could remember was the poetry of e e cummings and could think of nothing other than my usual cup of tea. And as the kettle boiled and i brewed my cuppa, this is what took shape in my mind. Inspired by e e cummings and my cup of tea, this had to be immediately presented.

Just to give some background, e e cummings was a 20th century American poet and painter and what i remember from studying his poetry was the unusual way in which it was written - it was not written but depicted on a page. The best way of describing it - is from this extract from wikipedia - A number of his poems feature a typographically exuberant style, with words, parts of words, or punctuation symbols scattered across the page, often making little sense until read aloud, at which point the meaning and emotion become clear. Cummings, who was also a painter, understood the importance of presentation, and used typography to "paint a picture" with some of his poems.