A Cubist Christmas
Inspired by e. e. cummings.
Introducing A Cubist Christmas
Inspired by the spirit of e. e. cummings and the artistic lens of Cubism, my poem A Cubist Christmas plays with structure and perspective to explore love, memory, and transformation. It reflects on those fractured yet cohesive moments that define our lives, moments where time collapses, belief shifts, and love persists.
In A Cubist Christmas, the holiday is seen through the fragmented lens of memory and perception: the first Christmas without childhood belief, the relentless growth of bamboo, and the surreal clarity of mushroom-induced introspection.
Through these moments, the poem examines the abstract shapes of love and time and how they twist, shift, and yet always remain present.
If you’re curious about how a tree becomes an eye or how mushrooms inspire lucidity, keep reading.
A Cubist Christmas
For Christmas,
she bought a collection of cubist poems
titled Don’t Forget To Love Me.
How could I?
In all the rain
I loved her - constant
In all our changes
I loved her - always
In the bamboo -
surprising <exclamation mark>,
their voracious growth
each morning demonstrating
an opportunity to be reborn.
It was our first
(Christ)mas
where the children didn’t believe
It was our best
In the recent summer,
I’d grown mushrooms
To find a lucidity I’d missed
Fractal illusions miraged (degarim) on the horizon
horizon
TimeandDistanceBecame
A - B - S - T - R - A - C - T
The a l l
Seeing
E (Y) E
paraded proudly on top of our T
R
E
E



I like the love-part. And I like the traces of "irreverence" spread out here and there. Playfulness is allowed. Seems like a Cubist Christmas is preferable to a square one. Have a nice festive Cubist, Santa-free Christmas, all of you. Maria
Awesome.