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[amuse]

received a
telegram today
i’m dying I need you to
hold me it read
i once stroked her back
kissed her skin,
smelled her earthy warm
bright scent
sunbeams would
dance around our love,
so bowed by her towering
majesty but
i can’t do anything
but watch you die so why should
i go to you I say
i
put the telegram in a
chippendale
secretary
gram rolls down
[hwy] 101 with other bodies tied to her side,
broken, in pieces, their hearts on display
for anyone who should happen to
look
i miss her funeral
but my neighbors
go, they take her
home
i look outside
see them barbecuing on her,
their new death their new deck,
i give them my telegram
i tell the world

*think my redwood stuff may be much by now, but i love them so...btw, couldn't end it properly after "world" so left it hanging

[Koa]

lol cool i like the unfinished end, should do that too, but then i'd get lazy and never finish anything...
didnt understand much else cos it was a hurried rading, back tomorrow bye

*breathes before she turns red and green and faints on the floor*:D

[amuse]

we've got a store i mean storm coming, have some of these gusts
*fans Koa ;)

ok, must leave before am caught in torrential dihydrogenmonoxide splat. (that's like the only cool way to say water that i know.) :D

[amuse]

so, i wanted the tree shown as very alive,- from an impersonal tele"gram" --->"gramma" (grandma) - an ancient one ---> a gram as juxtaposed to her enormous weight.

then the (wooden) chippendale secretary [desk] rolls down, she rolls by on her hearse - hwy 101 in california is used by logging trucks - they went by all the time when i was little,

plus i really wanted to save barbecuing on her for the end - like how people lose their homes when redwoods are logged, and mudslides come down, there's a sort of link there but the blindness, too.
and partly i wanted to show my "what can i do" because as much as people write and donate and lobby etc., etc., the trees on our planet keep dying. and how i need to tell myself, well do something anyway, damn you. there's nothing on our planet older - they're so strong and enduring and noble, but get killed within minutes.

did i say Hippie yet? :D
sorry, i usually don't explain my poems, but this one wasn't clear enough to let it be. (la la la ;)) hope this helped a little.
bleh!!! :)

[Koa]

:confused: so is it about a tree? is it the tree dying? i didnt notice there was a tree before you explained it... and do they use the wood of the tree for the barbecue? *lost* ..and what's 'chippendale'? :D

[amuse]

they barbecue on her - she's now a deck. and a secretary is a sort of rolled desk that and chippendales are very nice furniture pieces from the 1700's - i don't think the ones today are actual chippendales, but replicas of that time period, but could be wrong. they're very sexy ;) pieces of cabinetry: http://www.cr.nps.gov/museum/exhibits/revwar/image_gal/morrimg/chipscrolltop.html and http://www.leonardsdirect.com/antiques/view/details/itemid/109/
btw, chippendales are also men on calendars and at bachelorette parties. just in case you start throwing the word around.
i told you this was a bad hippie poem, lol. :(

[Koa]

lol nah those cabinets dont look hippie... :D I looked for chippendale in my paperback oxford dictionary and it turns out it's the name of the furniture maker who invented that style (i thought it was a word but i couldnt find it in the online dictionary i usually use).
Wait, is 'her' the tree? Since when a tree is female? :D And then they called me strange cos everything in my mind is either male or female... No 'it' in my language! :D

[amuse]

i think unlike other trees, redwoods actually do um, do it. i have to double check that, but there's some sort of male function going on so there's gotta be a female one too right? :D i'll get back to you on that one.
thanks for the chippendale clarification. (i just threw it in there because they're roll-topped and made of wood.)

[amuse]

they are hermaphrodites after all! (but don't tell anyone ;))
"Redwoods can be seen to have small, brown cones on the edge of their lower leaves, which are actually the male, or pollen producing, flowers. On the higher branches, the female cones pick up the pollen and produce seed."
from http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/archive/2004/February/26/style/stories/17style.htm

[Koa]

*waves* hi amuse :D

well ok... i'm not into tree-hology after all :D

[amuse]

oops!!! actually, me neither ;) more into their needs, wants, desires, family trees (lol, barf :p :D)

[Jay]

Like this poem a lot, and after the explanation, when I got it's about a tree ;), it just felt like you ended the poem because you ran out of paper. You know, trees -> paper, tree being barbecuing on -> no more paper... have to read it tomorrow again, might actually have more to say for once :p. Got another thought: tree calling for help via the telegram, means paper... maybe even from the same tree... well, keep the telegram and tree will stay around still. Yey, blame my friend, she got my imagination running wild, we were discussing drawings... feel free to PM me how mad you all think I am :p:D.

[Koa]

that's so cool!!!!!!
i also had a sort of thought like that about the telegram, but the thought left me before it was fully formed...
but the idea of the running out of paper is absolutely BRILLIANT!!!

[amuse]

yeah it is, wow Jay!!! wish i'd thought of it! ;) let me know if you find anything else. (feels like playing boggle, almost...)

[Koa]

isnt it cool... finding more meanings the writer hadnt thought of...
lots of people saying analysing literature at school is crap, cos the writer hadnt thought of all the critics say about him... which i think in most cases is true, cos the writing is spontaneous, not built (or maybe it's because i'm a romantic...)m but there are always unconscious meanings... my teacher of italian lit. at high school (a person i really admired from the point of view of the passion for lit.) used to say that a real great artists says more in what he didnt mean than in what he openly meant... like the unconscious side of his words gives out more than he consciously wanted to say....