Intertwined around Forever


I took a plane on rails,
then a winged car
with deep roots
intertwined around forever.

The car reached the clouds,
but was grounded—hard—by a
red dress, a
wool scarf, a
boonie cover (not a hat, a cover!);
I’ve been kept by 
One Hundred Years of Solitude and
a pink box of fairy tales.

My plane flew off the rail... 
Your rocks of Fire, Air, Earth, and Water 
encircled our Yin-Yang.

Stone-willed, 
all those yesterdays sat 
on a grenade box, 
resisting the hiss of an iron lizard 
that has been grounded 
over the ashes of inborn blood, 
whispering, 
“Fly away. Fly high. Fly home.” 

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Open Link Monday 12/22/14)

I choose to be grounded by dirt and iron... 
...by words, elements, colors, memories of pain and joy, by commitment, by life that (has been) and will be lived.
Flying Down by David Salle via
Carmi Levi, the brilliant mind behind Thematic Photographic 214, invites everyone to take “Grounded” photos. The voices of Magpie Tales 136 said to write a poem or short vignette using Flying Down by David Salle for inspiration. I’ve chosen to contribute grounding shots and flying words. Hope you enjoy them ;-)

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56 comments:

  1. Magaly.. That was beautiful and brilliant.. I love your poetry... And Hubby exclaimed and emphatic "YES!" about the boonie cover not being a hat lol.

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    1. I think I'm falling in love with poetry, Autumn. And my prose doesn't mind, so our threesome is very stable ;-)

      And, you tell Hubby that we are the only ones who can keep things straight lol

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  2. A big WOW!!! Amazing words Magaly!! ..and I love the iron lizard grounded in soil...keeping the truth real :D XXX

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    1. Yay! I like this "big WOW!!!" you speak off. And yes, nothing like a lizard on dirt that can fall on your toe and brake it if we don't keep the truth real and ourselves grounded on our reality ;-)

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  3. I found the image of the iron lizard grounded ... and whispering Fly Away Fly high Fly home tugged at my unconscious. Why does your writing always remind me of William Blake's poetry? Iron born in fire, so powerful, Magaly!!

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    1. Francie, you've made my day. Heck, I'm pretty sure you've made my week!

      William Blake a Federico García Lorca are my favorite poets. Knowing that my words remind you of one of them, makes me grin from ear to ear. I would like to say that my writing reminds you of Blake's poetry because I write about everyday things in ways that apply to me. I share it like I see, dancing somewhere between what some might consider fantastical, but it is absolutely real to me ;-)

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  4. What a way with imagery you have!

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    1. So happy you see it that way, and like it ;-)

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  5. I’ve been kept by One Hundred Years of Solitude
    and a pink box of fairy tales.

    I have been indeed! Wish I were there to see that side of the world...
    Hugs xoxo

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    1. One Hundred Years of Solitude is such a powerful book. I was eleven and a half when I first read it, and I've been falling for different parts of it ever since. Fairy tales? Well, I think we've all been there ;-)

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  6. Oh my Magaly, this is exquisite, heartfelt and full of a deep-welled passion. You have a brilliant mind and a very old soul. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. "deep-welled passion" I like that, Mina. This old soul is full of grins ;-)

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  7. I like the gecko in the plant pot. Nice pictures.

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    1. Thanks a bunch. That boy has been there for a long time. You'd think it would rot already, but no, it just became part of it ;-)

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  8. Us capricorns are supposed to be grounded by earthen things. I tend to agree. I feel right at home playing in the dirt most times.

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    1. My beloved, Militant Queer, dirt is magic with minerals in it ;-)

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  9. Earth and passion - fantastic!

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    1. Well, thanks. I do like a little soil in my passion ;-)

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  10. Love the lizard - brilliant idea!

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    1. Thanks, Gilly. It seem the lizard is quite lovable ;-)

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  11. The lizard must give the birds a scare or a sore beak. Great shot.

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    1. Bob, you made me roar. I just pictured a poor bird trying to lift its neck after picking up a chunk of iron lol

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  12. Ha - silly me, I thought the lizard was real. Love these photos, they are calming and grounding.

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    1. Well, it is real iron teehee ;-)

      The items in the pictures bring me the same kind of feeling...

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  13. Superb creative write.

    Anna :o]

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  14. Hmmm... sounds like one of my dreams! ;)
    ♥Sharon

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    1. I hope you could fly up and up to the heavens, in your dream ;-)

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  15. I love that lizard, too, magaly.

    And what a wonderful poem.
    ~

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    1. I'm glad you liked both. I've been enjoying the lizard for many years, and the poem was a treat to write ;-)

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  16. Your words are brilliant my friend! Love the lizard!!

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    1. It is quite a lovable lizard, isn't it? I smile because you like my words ;-)

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  17. 'My plane flew off the rail' line is incredible!! Great writi!

    Someone once told me I must have been a lizard in another life ... sun worshiper that I used to be! Your lizard reminded me of that ~~

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    1. I can just imagine you dancing the fiery dance of the salamander ;-)

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  18. your words, iron gecko and stones...sent me soaring, and then back to the ground. smiling. aaaaah. =)

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    1. I am glad, for they did (and always do) the same for me ;-)

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  19. Wow!! what a wonderful imagination and a very dreamy piece.

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    1. There has been quite a bit of dreaming around these parts lately... ;-)

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  20. I admire the grounded elements with this incantation:

    over the ashes of inborn blood,
    whispering,
    “Fly away. Fly high. Fly home.”

    Wishing you Merry Christmas Magaly ~

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  21. Thanks Magaly -- I've always found a deeper power more compelling than a higher one: and falling so much much more instructive than attaining heaven. Anyway, the gravities here bound the charm of this poem to earth, to grounding, to fins meant to dive rather wings to than soar. The iron lizard sustains.

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    1. "...deeper power more compelling than a higher one..." I really like that. Perhaps because I feel the same way. ♥

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  22. So important to be grounded, even when the spirit is meant for soaring.

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  23. I think that travelling the plane on rails would be a wonderful experience.. sometimes being grounded.. close to the earth is so much better.. Let our minds soar the skies instead.. wonderful writing, and have a blessed holiday.

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    1. Staying grounded while dreaming high brings such wonderful balance, doesn't it?

      Blessed holidays to you, too!

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  24. A fascinating story filled with metaphor, at least as I read it. I love the iron lizard!
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/12/wish-for-dreams-that-never-come-true.html

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  25. gah, gotta watch for those grenade boxes! they lurk.

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    1. Indeed. They have explosive personalities, too. ;-D

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  26. You have such a vivid imagination and are able to convey it brilliantly.

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  27. Your rocks of Fire, Air, Earth, and Water
    encircled our Yin-Yang.

    Practically all the elements are involved. That makes it all encompassing. Very powerful thread Magaly!

    Hank

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    1. Balance is power... or at least it should be, lol!

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  28. To sitandread inthe midst of all this going nowhere is the height of power!

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