Fireblossom Friday In the Garden

Another Friday trip into the garden for me - or maybe  .  .  . who is that?

Sometimes, a duplicate of a living person takes form, called a Doppelganger. The double does things the original person is unaware of, but others see. 

"I didn't know what I was doing." "I didn't know what my double was doing." (!) "I don't know what came over me." Maybe these are more than just common expressions. Maybe our wills are not always our own. What do you think? Let's write about it. 

My Doppelganger - a Villanelle

Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:
I would never do those awful things.
Not even if I had been drinking.

Always clever, never shrinking,
This is what my doppleganger brings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:

All those women: their forlorn hopes sinking;
Sad songs plucked on their heart strings.
Not even if I had been drinking.

My wife is glad that I’m the one she’s linking;
Not stuck inside HIS binding wedding rings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:

All those women’s sobs, their sad tears blinking
In memory of those cheating, piercing stings.
Not even if I had been drinking.

That doppleganger always slyly slinking
Into that good night after those flings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:
Not even if I had been drinking.

I G Tuesday platform

ARBOREAL THEATER OF THE ABSURD

~ or ~

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Organic Burial Method Turns you into A Tree After You Die

     ROOT AND BRANCH

I never thought that I would be
Moldering beneath a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against what used to be my chest;

A tree who sends its roots down deep
To draw on my eternal sleep;

And up above its branches grow
Nourished by my limbs below.

Poems are made by food like me.
Who might end up feeding a tree.

~~::~~

Margaret's Garden of Artistic Interpretations

The Art of Toril Fisher

Today we strive for original poetry inspired by the artist's work.

"Run With Me" 18 x 24

Dark silhouettes lurking 
Among intoxicating red poppies:
Are they shadows or illusions?

Supple swaying dancers
Heed the music of the wind
Under klieg of summer sun.

Shall we run there; or stay awhile, sway with them and sleep?

~~::~~

LOVE in the Imaginary Garden

 LOVE, friends, love! All you need is….

OK, then - a poem of love, that strange, mysterious primal life influence.  And one that is, to a fair degree, the story of my life.  Now you know.

I wrote this several years ago, - obviously a pastiche with a boat load of pirated iconic source material, stitched together with my own unique blend of herbs and spices, - and just reconstituted it from memory.  Some things just stay with you.


TIME AND ALL THE WORLD

When do I love thee - let me count the days:
One day in love’s first incomplete caress
When we were young and in young carelessness
Lost love we thought, we didn’t know the ways

Love comes, and goes, then comes again and stays.
Away you went, and I, or we, to press
Another plight, a troth, and then loveless,
Distressed returned to love at last in May’s

Warm glow surprised we loved on that day too:
Love ever fixed, not shaken, now we chose
To measure our souls’ reach and passion through
True minds quiet needs and old griefs lose.

The best is yet to be, our one from two
Now we have time and all the world to use.

Is Love a Tender Thing in the Imaginary Garden

Can you imagine?

For a suitable thorn and flower visual, I'll refer you to MMT's recent post.



i saw her today
that girl i once loved

years ago when we were young
chaste foolish catholic kids

nobody planned this
i turned and there she was

a muddle of memories
joy and pain the awful pain

heartbreak that was long ago
so why do i feel this longing inside

those agonizing memories
let me go i’m leaving now

and then she smiled

Carpe Diem Writing Techniques #6

Sabi and/or Wabi

These concepts are not easily definable.  

Nor can I explain or justify why I think these senryu succeed.

at the shopping mall

alone in the corridor

teenagers pass me

~~::~~

as goose is molting

moose sheds last years antlers

spider eats her web

Trolling The Cosmos for Breadcrumbs........

Heteromost presents a scenario where we are put in a position to ask an allegedly unlikely wise savant, "What is the universal truth."

Our task is to fabricate his answer.

Certainly, this can not be given in any straightforward manner.  It must be as enigmatic as an ancient prophecy whose meaning can only be teased out with deep and inspired thought.

Such a task is beyond me, of course.  But why let a detail like that get in the way?

So, from the mouth of our sage, these words:

yes life is precious

but alas not all of it

what does your heart say

Carpe Diem #544, Mask/Masque

Today's quote from Kalil Gibran's Sand and Foam:

 "Even the masks of life are masks of deeper mystery"

two lovers naked
except for the masks they wear
and neither one knows
 
~~::~~
 

the face of a cat
but someone might be lion
thereby hangs a tale

~~::~~
 

behind my mask
is beauty or ugliness
what you will find

~~::~~

moose with his antlers

goose preening her down and quills

still no masquerade

~~::~~ 

Carpe Diem #544, Mask/Masque