one word pando: detour
valvoline mamas,casual wear,
fighting the best
of the beasties
in the walls
of Nepal,
sighting the jiggly
set, infiltrating
those at the Six:
you wondered
before the wonder
started, stranded
in the separation
between fools
& gnomes: take
your best shot,
overindulge
the chocolate nudge
eastward:
two flowers twined
& in their twining
twinned the aspen
spaces, all
the tender buttons
of their lateral
blooms.
Labels: orange fate
posted by murat11 at 11:02 AM
9 Comments:
What a glorious detour!! I love being stranded in the separation between fools & gnomes. That image is just priceless. I also like overindulging the chocolate nudge, but that is probably something I should do less frequently... And the two flowers twining reminds me of the old ballad "Barbra Allen:" "The climbed and they climbed up the old church spire/Till they couldn't climb any higher;/And there they tied a true lovers' knot,/The red rose and the green briar." Of course, those two lovers took so many detours that they didn't twine till both were in the grave.
Thanks for the fun!
Good morning, Teresa: Wish I could say I was stranded between: more than likely, I am neatly ensconced with the fools. And that chocolate nudge is a killer, ain't it? Love the tie to "Barbra Allen"; thank you for that.
Those mamas in their nikes and vans are formidable can suv themselves through any wall and they have infiltrated all the Starbucks and soccer playdate lunch parties, the beasties never stood a chance. They won't be stranded long, they all gots gps and iPhone apps to call the fools and gnomes to bring their Ghirardelli and freesia. Charm ain't no problem for them. I'd rather have the trees. Love the Barbra Allen story.
Dee: I'm with you and Teresa on the ballad, too: tendrils, tender buttons, twining as Pando (The Trembling Giant) in Utah's Fishlake. Is that what we are? A clonal colony?
that might be one view of the elephant, but don't take my word for it, I'm just one blind Indian..
I think I'd just sit under the trees and ponder on it til I fall asleep.
So when we all jive on what we like, we're clones, Murat??? I hardly think so. Although maybe we are all part of the one universal consciousness and everything and everyone is part clone. But if that is true, whence alienation? Whence the need to twine? I'm with Dee, much better to sit under the trees and watch the leaves quake.
Teresa: Was not meaning to impute anything particularly drear about the colony. I'm fascinated by the quaking aspen colony (Pando, or the Trembling Giant) in Utah, the 47,000 "trees" of which have been identified as one living organism, by virtue of their single, common root system. A nice metaphor, methinks, for our own subliminal connectedness.
Shades of Jungian archetypes... But I tend to agree.
made me wax poetic :)
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