I love this Tracie, also the comments & views -Dorothy, and Charlotte!
We could add Orphan Annie also, with her love of rainbows & optimism
in the face of odds. Love the first two lines & the last dervish spin ones.
It reminds me of a mother/daughter, one coming from the other, and
the letting go as the person passes to God. It is not your fight, but it is.
Absolutely superbe. We all want to climb out of Kansas, and we all see the Dorothy in us getting older, even dying. We want to fight on the Dorothy's behalf, for her fight is 'our' fight. But often we cannot.
Follow the yellow brick ode.
ATB
Alex.
Well, unless I read this wrong, you had a pet spider when you were young? "Liquid ladders", in my mind, conjured the image of dew-soaked webs, early in the morning--quite apart from the fact that webbing was liquid before being sculpted! And a spider has to have the best attitude about luck and lack of than any other creature: what do you do when the web you wove--the stratagem you erected-- last night at great personal cost is instantaneously destroyed by some unthinking biped blustering through it?...well, you start over, is what. Of course, one can't discuss spiders without bringing Charlotte in, and the image of her offspring setting sail to begin their lives whither fate and the breeze carry them is very applicable to a poet's imaginings, too, I think....
"Liquid Ladders" makes me think of DNA. "Dorothy" summons the Wizard of Oz.
This poem speaks to me of the contrast between reality and imagination, of how they must intertwine for evolution, and otherwise a kind of phase-dance, of who's in the mirror.
The human psychophysical instrument is the most sophisticated we'll ever encounter, as provisional "self," or as provisional "other."
The more we learn to differentiate from within a greater sense of inner space, the more our various selves and interfaces play out happily and fruitfully.
I am so happy to see your here again and sad about OS. I have to say that this is a life lesson wrapped in beautiful images and unbelievable writing. I often find myself wondering about the importance of individuality and how we retain that sense when we are all so much alike and the evidence is constantly thrown in front of us, we trample it, breathe it kick it around, but in the end, The "I" survives and separates from the organism. Great though provoking stuff....I loved it.
Missed your writing .. but this beauty is worth waiting for. You take me riding in a world of surreal exploration for .. hidden self, looking for that other side, that other place, knowing it exists. The mirror searches ..
an intergalactic over the rainbow, lady. Well done in the presentment of this piece. I really liked the way you've out lined an escape plan and a supposing, only to grab the readers hand and wink knowingly.
No matter which end of the spectrum we view the light, it always seems to offer an alternate shade by which to see. Much like water under the bridge... it all depends on what part of the bridge you are observing from. On the up side... it simply flows on by in a beautiful manner. On the underside, it rages war against you leaving you in a frantic state begging to live. Outstanding.
Learning consists of daily accumulating.
The practice of the Tao consists of daily diminishing;
decreasing and decreasing, until doing nothing.
When nothing is done, nothing is left undone.
True.. more..