Foolish Monkey

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*************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************

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NOVEMBER 9, 2009 6:53AM

The Great Oak's Revenge: one nut at a time. A poetic fable

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 whispering-oaks 

 

the man across the street

cut down three giant oaks

I’m overwhelmed, he said

so he carefully weighed

majestic beauty vs a million falling leaves

 he went for the kill

this violent act was duly noted

by an ancient oak sprouted before the civil war

“oh no you di’nt” she rustled

official protests were issued forth

along with a doubling of leaves

with each of her outraged exclamations

out popped a tiny acorn babe

now the streets are covered with youthful invective

squirrels cheer this prolific vengeance

egging on the fight

(they are degenerates)

a flock of sparrows took up residence

in a safer cluster of hedges nearby

crows watch and cackle

shit’s on

 

acorns1 

 

 

 

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Oh, it is on. So beautiful. Why do sad things allow you to write so well? Or is writing the only way we know to come close to being able to express the sadness?
Frank Indiana
November 09, 2009 07:58 AM
I ponder that one myself Frank. I don't know. Maybe because I've been blessed with sadness in my life and rather than gloss it over, I feel it. I let myself feel it and float on it and lately I try to write it.

I LOVE japanese fiction. I read my first many years ago "Beauty and Sadness" by Kawabata. That book profoundly touched me because he was able to tap into the yang of our lives. I love yin, I laugh and laugh and enjoy and smile and this is good. But the yang part of me needs to be touched and felt and rode upon into the deep of it.
Foolish Monkey
November 09, 2009 08:24 AM
I'm rooting for the trees! That was an unintentional pun that I let stand. My heart breaks when people chop down old trees to make room for swimming pools, or because they don't like the "mess." Gawd. I have a huge old butternut in my front yard. There's way to much life happening in the branches of that tree. The nuts plunk on the hoods of our cars and pop under the tires when we pull in and out. But the squirrels gather them all, and become fat and happy. At the first frost, the compound leaves fall off in one big plop, and leave the old skeleton of the tree to chatter through the winter. That tree is part of my home. Rated.
C.K. Dexter Haven
November 09, 2009 09:39 AM
how can a person have it so backward? all that beauty against not liking to rake??? pffffft. i hope every acorn puts down roots in his yard; he'll have to pull each of the thousands by hand.

great writing, as usual, btw. not that that's secondary.
signed
disgusted garden designer/lover of raking
femme forte aka candace
November 09, 2009 10:36 AM
CK, ME too! damn I couldn't believe it when he told us this...that he got rid of those giant oaks. granted, there may be more to it. he has some big trees, and oaks WILL drop big branches as they grow old and huge and spread out. but THREE? ugh. his yard looks a little naked without them.

FemmeF: I don't know. I don't understand us anymore (meaning people.) We don't value what's important. its all about convenience. But there's so much more than that to this...as CK points out, the beautiful dropping acorns. I sometimes think the crows are throwing them. And the foliage alone...the exquisite shade they give us. Because of that shade one half of my house is relatively cool in summer (for a while anyway...our summers are notoriously humid)

I don't get it at all. I PLANT trees and we have a tiny property. We planted 2 plum trees, 1 pear, 1 japanese cherry, 1 walking stick (filbert), a couple of violet plants that may go to trees, 1 hydrangea tree, a huge bunch of shrubs. and we had 3 giant trees on the property but took down one that was diseased. Now we have a lot of em. My son said to me, "ma, people CLEAR trees from their properties. why are you planting them?". and all I could say was because we love them.
Foolish Monkey
November 09, 2009 12:10 PM
I'm with Frank. Sadness seems to bring out the best in writers!!
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