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Nov 20, 2008
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Toadstool Perspective
they grow in rings
because they're round
each mushroom cap
the flower of a mass
of worm-like tendrils
unseen beneath
the warm and watered earth
and each release of spores
will increase each
new circle of new mold
growing fresh around the old
and thus the toadstool ring will grow.
or if you prefer...
the toadstool stands alone
until the small and dainty feet
of tiny winged deathless Folk
dance sparkling around its rim
and as another joins the fun
they dance up timeless dreams
to snare the souls of men
and toadstools grow
where tiny feet tread earth
then another joins the others
and then another
and thus the ring of toadstools grows
each circle dance a new beginning
each pair of little feet increasing
the boundary of the toadstool ring
forever widening.
who can say which choice is right?
the first is made of reason's might,
called science, superstition's blight
the second creeps in from the dark
that haunts the edges of soul's light
I won't say which one I choose
that is something I won't do
I would prefer to leave that choice
its point of view
and consequence
to you.
because they're round
each mushroom cap
the flower of a mass
of worm-like tendrils
unseen beneath
the warm and watered earth
and each release of spores
will increase each
new circle of new mold
growing fresh around the old
and thus the toadstool ring will grow.
or if you prefer...
the toadstool stands alone
until the small and dainty feet
of tiny winged deathless Folk
dance sparkling around its rim
and as another joins the fun
they dance up timeless dreams
to snare the souls of men
and toadstools grow
where tiny feet tread earth
then another joins the others
and then another
and thus the ring of toadstools grows
each circle dance a new beginning
each pair of little feet increasing
the boundary of the toadstool ring
forever widening.
who can say which choice is right?
the first is made of reason's might,
called science, superstition's blight
the second creeps in from the dark
that haunts the edges of soul's light
I won't say which one I choose
that is something I won't do
I would prefer to leave that choice
its point of view
and consequence
to you.
— Race_9togo, Nov 20, 2008
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Critiques
Barbara Writes
17 years 6 months ago
Toadstool Perspective
Race_9togo
17 years 6 months ago
I smiled when I read your