The Bloom
grooveamatic
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Oh, you woman, things don't bloom at once
In the springtime
They bloom in clusters--
Their roots are all mangled together
Interconnected
So they slide into blossom in communities
(colorful little towns)
Of life;
The sun rises and the sun falls
And the insects join the birds in chorus
And slowly in chunks
The world moves into it's waking future.
Woman why are you blind to this?
It is not as if the grass, the elms, the buzzing cicadas
Sit up with a jolt on April third
So that you may venture out again.
You must taste these things gradually,
Like the rest of us.
It is when things begin to die
That you are most succinctly correct:
Stuff dies fast
And mostly allatonce
And they smell as you drive past them
In the dark.
In the springtime
They bloom in clusters--
Their roots are all mangled together
Interconnected
So they slide into blossom in communities
(colorful little towns)
Of life;
The sun rises and the sun falls
And the insects join the birds in chorus
And slowly in chunks
The world moves into it's waking future.
Woman why are you blind to this?
It is not as if the grass, the elms, the buzzing cicadas
Sit up with a jolt on April third
So that you may venture out again.
You must taste these things gradually,
Like the rest of us.
It is when things begin to die
That you are most succinctly correct:
Stuff dies fast
And mostly allatonce
And they smell as you drive past them
In the dark.
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I don't know why I'm so blind personally to things beyond my control,
I guess I have to start wearing my glasses.:D...evil little lenses...:D
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
you have an interesting combination of stanzas -- the first couple like winter moving into spring and the last one like summer moving into fall.
the speaker moves slowly almost like he's getting up and watching patiently for spring and enjoying all of its moments, but the woman, it's like she's whizzing by the world on a motorcyle on a late summer evening, maybe getting as much of that last warm night in as she can at one time -- that's my guess.
it's just fantastically interesting, mood movement imagery all doing their thing in this -- i like it a lot.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Nice going.
You’re on the outside, never bound by such a spell.
Together in the darkness, alone in the light.
I took it upon me to be yours, Timmy,
I’ll lead your angels and demons at play tonight......»
It, too, blooms in clusters. But as a female... reading, Oh you woman... things don't bloom at once...
it's quite comforting.
wow, this is not a reaction I anticipated, but me likey! And BE, how quite nice of you and how quite nice to hear from you again!
and, I don't know about all those other girls, but I like it when a man tells me not to worry.... i actually listen
quite nice of you to say...you're quite the hottie yourself...
and hey: don't worry.