Morning rises pink through the window.
A lone warbler tells stories
Of fragrant wild grass just yonder.
Clusters of red seeds
Hang still in the pepper tree
Aglow with anticipation:
The sun is coming.
Warmth to forget a cold night
Of howling winds
And screeching nags;
Heat for the Med to reach the sky
With caring hazy fingers
And tease a smile;
Glare for beautiful lies to stand
Without shame in blinding light,
For wishes to fall off the Morning Star,
For naked truth to shiver on her knees.
Oh I ALWAYS wondered what the warblers were talking about…
Such beauty…shivering still….
Warblers spread all the news that’s fit to sing… 😉
Thank you Kat. Much appreciated, just because.
Naked truth = Living terror for some
Yes. Because it removes hope, replacing it with certainty. And too often, in a painful way.
We, the human being, have become experts at denying (suspending) reality. It helps us cope. I wonder if lesser organisms envy us for this skill?
I asked a mushroom… he just removed his cap and rolled off.;)
Ha ha. The imagery is hysterical. I’m trying to figure out which fiction book has that kind of imagery. Alice in Wonderland, perhaps?
😉 it’s just a fun-gi
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Ha ha. You are pretty good with words, Emm. You can create very intriguing word plays even from the most mundane terms. 🙂
😉 thank you. I’m taking a bow.
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Interesting question there, John: do lesser organisms ever engage in denial? Do they ever look at reality, and weave fantasies to deal with the sharper protrusions therein? Or are they simple, mono-tracked automatons?
Un poème, une histoire, un rêve, une fable.
Les mots magiques disent tout.
Je ne sais pas s’ils disent tout. C’est pas sur.
Why are some things always shrouded in darkness…, or mystery, but the truth is always naked ??? Hi Emm ! 🙂
Hi Paul! Good to have you back!
Because if the truth is covered, it isn’t the truth, just an illusion of truth. It needs to be naked to be without a doubt, without a hope of something being other than what is ….
How cold is it now? Were still in the hundreds at night. And what’s the red flower? I likes it. “For wishes to fall…” I really likes that 🙂
It isn’t cold, but a few nights ago temps dipped and I reached for a sweater.
The flower is a simple oleander close up, the sun hitting it just so. Actually, it’s pink, but…
When we wish upon a star, it doesn’t always stay up there, does it?
Some of my wishes tumble around my ankles in tinkling icicles.
Then be sure to keep your feet planted firmly as they fall. For when they land, they water the garden of all the world’s wishes
That is a beautiful thought and a gorgeous image. Thank you.
Beautiful liars and the naked truth on her knees. I think the warbler has it easier.-)
I was going to say something about Leonard Cohen and beautiful liars, but it was Beautiful Losers.
Beautiful lies, Jim. Remember the song, tell me lies, tell me beautiful lies?
Uh huh. Beautiful Losers. Quite painful but so many of his lines are magnificent.
I think that he will be rediscovered in a decade or so. He needs to be, the man handles words like no other, takes me places I did not know existed.
The elegant scene becomes finer by contrast with the powerful denouement. Great work.
Thank you Mike. Your kuddos are much appreciated.