Alice in the Looking Glass
If Alice were to look once more Through her looking glass Would she see you and me? Would we be upside down Or right side up Or sideways Lying on a bed of stars Under a blanket of grass Looking up at the Earth Would we begin at the end Or finish in the past With the middle replayed Does the candle’s drip Fall upward The wax no longer pooling The flush on the cheek Faded to a pink smile Of anticipation Would you be me And I, you Or are we mirror images Which makes for Interesting conversation With regard to intents and purposes Because as we know For all intents and purposes We speak the same language But your words would come Out of my mouth And mine from yours Each saying essentially The same thing only different Thus confusing poor Alice Who might pout and knit her brow Trying to make sense of The complete absurdity Which we both know Is a consequence Of living in a looking glass world For if we insist on making sense Then we wouldn’t have ended up here To begin with So what would be the point Of us falling down the rabbit hole In search of Alice in the first place? LiNdA...
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Old oak tree Cherokee Cemetery, CA In the spirit of love And enduring friendship Is thus given a coin A gift of peace And we shall call it Enoch Older than all we know From a seed sprout To branches spread wide And roots dug deep He reaches out And pulls us in A long embrace Sprinkling our heads With drops of dew From his tear-filled eyes Yet he knows We shall never reveal His secret place...
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Cherokee, California For now even the Sun Scorching in his sulky ways Sullen and moody Soon will expire His fiery fingers slacken On the length of days And Night reaches out A gentle hand Imperceptibly soft and cool A dewy caress on a burnt cheek Though the fireball rages still In the advent of his repose Among the twinkled lights Messengers from distant realms Anoint a pair who slumber Illuminated in a candle’s prism The essence of argan radiating Sweetness and nectar Released from heated stones Refreshed by Zephyr’s breath Under the deepened heel of Night A blade of grass is crushed Unlike the knife steel Struck on Tomorrow’s anvil LiNdA...
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On August 31, 2012 a long filament of solar material erupted into space. This image, taken by the Solar Dynamics Observatory, shows the breathtaking coronal mass ejection (CME) 93 million miles 745 miles per second It would almost seem In the blink of an eye You travel on your solar flare Arriving at my doorstep Before I’ve had time To put down my book Or earmark the page Explaining E = mc2 And other important theories Of the Universe But the event at hand Is much more pressing And appears to be based On the Laws of Physics Whereby a plume Of plasma will eject From a superheated Celestial body However, these particles Won’t take three days To reach us here For we have already been scorched LiNdA...
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With grave intent, you enter within A solemn introduction To the art of love And then to given to Contentment of peaceful passages Until once more, Tragic and discordant, The crescendo plays out LiNdA On a trip up to Northern California this past month, I visited friends who have on their property this old burnt out house that was built earlier in the century. Whilst exploring and peeking through the broken glass and the brambles that have taken over, I came upon this piano from 1857, still exquisitely beautiful.
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