to break through this green glaze of sameness—
small boxes with neat shrubs, hamburger-plain—
to the good brown dirt beneath, remembering our souls
built from lumps of clay prairie-stirred
wanting a spice, a song, a scent like your new penchant
for sriracha; a jolt, a leap into the vault beyond
this daily circuit, this merely driving
up and down arteries quickly clogging
they say if you’re not growing, you’re dying, but
I’ve been drying on this rack for years, home-grown
herbs medicinal to my kitchen motto: sauce on everything
until I become mere compost for the roots of the tree of life
Thanks and apologies to Jane for this borrowing of the worm quest.
Ooh, “remembering our souls / built from lumps of clay prairie-stirred”! That is wonderful! I feel a bit of the boredom and melancholy as an underlying theme here, and a yearning to seek freedom. I always wonder if I’m reading my own life into your words because you have a gift of resonating, or if we’re living similar experiences – or both!
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Kindred spirits, perhaps? Thank you as always for your heart-cheer.
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I ❤️ “heart-cheer.” And yes to kindred spirits.
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Those car-clogged arteries are very expressive 🙂 I wonder if the blackbird eats snails and beetles because it can’t find a nice juicy worm, or if the beetle is the sauce on the hamburger.
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I think beetles would be saucier than worms. Just a hunch. 😉
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Piquant.
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This is great. I love the way you helicopter from big to small, from mundane to spiritual. And I love the flow of it.
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Thanks very much. I like that idea of helicoptering. 🙂
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So much here. I had to read it a few times.
A sriracha jolt from complacency. I guess we all need that.
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Maybe I should actually try the sriracha–it might work…
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I like sriracha–and spicy stuff in general. I don’t know that it does anything except make me happy–and maybe clear my sinuses. 😉
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I love that entire second stanza, and how the imagery of brown and green convey so many different things, from the mundane to the eternal.
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Thank you for seeing something here. 🙂
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A jolt of Sriracha is always good, whether in life or food 🙂
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I’ve been looking for the metaphorical jolt, but maybe I should try the real thing!
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I love all the s sounds in the first line of the second stanza.
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Thanks, Cyn. I was trying to have a bit of fun with the language.
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