Lo Dive

it was never more important to
remember the rose, the way it 
crimped in her hair like an 
	afterthought 
pruned with the blade of a 
cruel shoulder like a little 
neglected wing or a 
	misshapen song

unless my eyes were lying 
the instant i saw her 
perched on the fingertip of the 
morning like a fleck of 
	lonesome pixie dust
the star that crowned the magic wand and 
flattened the garden into a cauldron of 
neon apple trees and blood orange bees
bubbling over the shoreline like a bunch of 
overripe balloons, an ocean of 
concentric moons and hues, and she the 
	space
	mermaid
	hippie
	witch 
queen of fairy dust 
	and snow

listen, she says, stirring that cauldron 
like a second city full of shark tails and 
one-eyed snails, this world  
is always turning and you gotta learn  
to get your feet back on the ground
you’ve got to be someone whose 
respect you deserve, ‘cause there’s no 
looking forward without keeping one eye 
locked in a mirror *mixes herself a French 75 
and turns a palm tree into a lettuce leaf* 
	we’re always seeking the 
	meaning behind our eyes

and with a sweep of her
magic wand, the air filled with 
“Sultans of Swing” and the
breeze turned midnight pink as that great 
swarm of bees huddled like a bronze bonfire 
	beneath an ivory star

that means, she says, wagging her 
hybrid fish tail at a 
	lo diving seahorse
stop treating other people the
way they treat you and treat ‘em the way 
	you treat people instead
you can’t live your life sailing on the 
wings of other people’s imperfections
because somewhere right now there’s 
an egg that’s lost its shape and a 
pine that’s forgotten its cone and 
one ambitious seed that’s shot up outta
the night like a great volcano and 
been eaten by a boll weevil 
instead of becoming a 
	four-pointed sunflower
*wags finger like a giant moonstone and 
hitches a ride on a purple cloud*
now that’s what i call having a 
	set of lyin’ eyes
know who you are and 
be yourself without opinion

and faster than i could write it, that old 
	space mermaid 
grabbed a book of spells from underneath her 
	gold satin cape 
and flipped to a page that leapt up like 
an ocean toppling that smoldering 
stovepipe cauldron and in a shock of 
	mad 
	chemical 
	stardust 
dove right in 
	with both fins

16 thoughts on “Lo Dive

      1. And she can play the
        honky tonk like anything
        Savin’ for the next space odyssey
        Old gunmetal witch
        in an ultra-dry Chevy
        Splashing her fins in champagne
        and sprinkling wisdom like
        fairy dust in the rain 🧚🏻‍♀️🍾🌈

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      2. …waiting on the sun to fold
        and the song of the mermaid
        to cast its prophetic shadow
        like a total eclipse or the
        spring of a champagne flute 😊💙

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      1. You’re very welcome U! Your writing is incredibly memorable! No one can copy the beauty of your unique writing style. You are in an amazing league of your own!!

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  1. This is a fascinating and intriguing poem full of unexpected and original thoughts. It is like your own shadow that suddenly appears revealing a whole other world existing alongside… I am going to read it again.
    Such creativity, mademoiselle! 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Xyz. I hadn’t thought of the mermaid-witch as a shadow figure, but that is a lucid interpretation. And one that I find interesting and enjoyable. Your insight has given me a fresh perspective on my own work. Merci! 🧜🏻‍♀️

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  2. “stop treating other people the
    way they treat you and treat ‘em the way
    you treat people instead”

    Great line! Sometimes the Golden Rule just puts a shadow over who a person really is. Just because somebody is kind, it doesn’t mean they really mean it. Altruism is a cover-up most of the time, unfortunately. Like the Manic Street Preachers said in their song “Donkeys”: “Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty.”

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    1. It’s true. The older I get the more reluctant I am to treat others as they “deserve” or as “I would like…” (I’d rather not participate in that weird faux satisfaction that comes with being able to say, “Look at me! I took the high road! I am such a good person…” or whatever. That all makes me uneasy.) I find I get along much better with myself if I just behave as I feel from the gut I should in any given situation, whether it appears to others as “right,” “just,” “appropriate,” etc. Overall, I’d say there’s a certain lightness that comes with acting this way…to me, anyway. 🙂 Thank you for commenting!

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  3. This is extremely good writing. You have such a unique style and I’m a sucker for poems that tell you stories. And you’ve woven such a mesmerising, surreal story with a beautiful message.

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