Double Wide Love
It ain’t easy
the greens of plus and minus
eraseable tethers
victory of moss over stone
this be big as rain,
big as the next big thing
that ain’t as big as this
Matters of fact invade
the pleasuredome,
scratching the itch,
the collision of love’s barriers
clanging: big gong,
big bong, big
actuarial bliss.
[Methinks he hasn't a clue.]
the greens of plus and minus
eraseable tethers
victory of moss over stone
this be big as rain,
big as the next big thing
that ain’t as big as this
Matters of fact invade
the pleasuredome,
scratching the itch,
the collision of love’s barriers
clanging: big gong,
big bong, big
actuarial bliss.
[Methinks he hasn't a clue.]
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posted by murat11 at 9:41 PM
6 Comments:
This:
"this be big as rain
big as the next big thing
that ain't as big as this"
be cool, Murat.
It do add up: "big
actuarial bliss."
Thanks, Ms San. This love thang got started by Ms Bones over here:
http://bonesofthesky.blogspot.com/
Picked up by Ms Transposer here:
http://influxtransposer.blogspot.com/
And then off to paschal's trailer park.
Tag, you're it.
I like it Murat! Especially the green part because that says growth and newness. The big part is important too and I like the way you express it. Guess I should check out Ms Bones poem to see what the whole thing is about.
Joy!
I was going as much as possible for a trailer park effect. Doubt I got there. Trailer parks have enormous appeal for my writer's imagination, especially particularly shady (as in trees "shady", not derelict "shady") ones. Findhorn, after all, started in a trailer park.
Then you would have loved the trailer park my parents lived in for a few years after us kids left home. It was at one time a working nursery and nestled right up to a wildlife preserve in the Rio Grande Valley. It was a very nice place to live. Every trailer was surrounded by citrus trees and had its own garden which the park helped you maintain. Didn't look at all like the ones I see so frequently here in San Antonio.
Sounds like a grand place, Lee. My archetype is the Shady Grove, just south of the river in Austin. There's a restaurant with the same name on the "grounds" of the trailer park. Huge towering pecan trees, outdoor dining on the patio, music, but it is, still and all, a trailer park first. Some of Austin's musicians live there, and some folks retire there.
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