tree,
tree
you defeat
me
with yr
quixotic
geometry
the way
you play with
gravity
a thing of pure
whimsy
- with thanks to Ulle
Tree, tree
John Malone
playful panda
tree,
tree
you defeat
me
with yr
quixotic
geometry
the way
you play with
gravity
a thing of pure
whimsy
John Malone 
What happened to that ‘That Little Butterfly Called Whim’?..Did it disappear on a whim? I thought it was very good while it hung around…..
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thanks, Don; I had so much trouble with this poem: it was muddled with a few good lines, overly verbose, a bit of a mess. I had a glass of red. a lie down, a bit of a sleep and came up with this; I liked that little butterfly of whimsy too, Don: collateral damage 😦
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I did like it despite what you thought of it…..a glass of wine and sleep does wonders….
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I think I got a better poem, Don — though something was lost; it always is 😦
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I am that stobie pole you see
Beyond the whimsy tree
I am condemned to straight and tall
Why can’t I whimsy be?
Becos Mr Stobie says you can’t…….
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thanks so much, Don; I’m feeling better now; I like your little contribution 🙂
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I can hear some readers thinking whatsa stobie pole? who’s this Mr Stobie he speaks of? …..they silly down there…it’s OK we used to this silliness
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obviously, Don, you’re an Aussie, otherwise you wouldn’t have mentioned it; apparently it is a uniquely South Australian term 🙂
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We know stobie poles well don’t we John…..they don’t give when you crash into them
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I thought you realised I live in the same place as you…….
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Adelaide; no. I didn’t Don; small, very small world 🙂
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Thought I recognized the gum tree…just around the corner ….(not really)
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Amazing photo. What story must this limb must wish to tell. Did it hairpin to avoid …or to gain? Is it happy or does it wish it could go back and change?
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so many possibilities: my little poem could not contain them all 😦
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But, it did. 😉
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well thank you: that’s a lovely comment:) you speak of time spent on short stories, I spent hours on this poem only to have it work itself out under an alcohol induced sleep 🙂
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Sometimes poetry is syrupy like that…other time’s it’s light. Still, if I’m not on a deadline, I usually sleep on it, or with it, as it may….and then try and finesse it a bit the next day.–aka fight over word choice, order, lines to cut, lines to add, is there a pattern. Super simple, as you know.
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the tree is just down the road from my little gym 🙂
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It’s a wicked tree. 😉
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it is: contrary, disputatious, fiercely individual 🙂
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This is only making me want to sit in that crazy crook and check out the view even more.
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wouldn’t it be wonderful? to think that crazy tree is just down the road 🙂
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True..I’ll just swing by, then. 😉
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I’m all about whimsy
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I know you do, Beth; that’s what I find wonderful about your posts 🙂
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I think that I shall never see 👀
anything as bent as that tree ↩️
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🙂 there’s another bent tree at the back of Mick O’ Shea’s at McLaren Vale I’m quite fond of ; we all have our kinks, David 🙂
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Lola 🎶 is my favourite Kink,
but that’s another bent story 😎
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🙂 that’s great, David; actually ‘Lola’ is a bit of an outlier for the Kinks; going by their previous work, I don’t think you could see it coming —
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Amazing. And a very big potential danger to anyone or any thing passing below it.
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now that’s an aspect I never thought about; thanks, Neil 🙂
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Less is more. I haven’t seen the butterfly version. But this poem is like those cantilevered houses that seem to defy gravity. It floats on a few words quite exquisitely.
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that is an amazing description; thank you 🙂
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Safely it grows above the fray.
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Love this!
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Great poem and a great photo. Does the tree take one direction or t(h)ree?
Is it a eucalyptus tree?
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it is a gum; it goes off in three directions; it’s always fascinated me but it was your post that sent me to the next step of photographing and sharing it 🙂
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Another one of your amazing poems that on the surface is about nothing much – just a tree – but then is so fascinating. I love how you make ordinary thing so interesting
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thanks 🙂 I’ve always been fascinated by the odd, the weird, the outlier on the fringes of normality 🙂
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Hi John,
quixotic << such a great word. 👍
So perfect the way you used it.
eden
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that’s the quality I’m trying to cultivate in myself; I don’t know where the tyre marks poem just posted will be seen as an aberration?
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there is a saying “useless trees las the longest”?
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I am a fan of the trees. I like how each one reaches for God and the sky. I try to find the largest tree and touch them. What secrets they could tell us. Hello John from Michigan.
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thanks for the lovely comment, John from MIchigan. I’m John from Adelaide. I like it that we’ve begun commenting on each other’s work 🙂
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I will. I hope you are warmer than Michigan. I need a warm day. I work the night shift. I read at odd times.
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Well, we are in the low twenties, celsius that is and we’re having a cooler than usual summer which is good, I mean, who likes heat waves? It must be tough working the night shift in freezing temperatures. You work at a hospital?
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I am a overnight Pharmacy manager. I like the nightshift. I can see the grandchildren daily at the bus-stop.
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that’s brilliant 🙂 seeing the grandkids is wonderful; I see mine a few times a year now — they live interstate
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I feed the grandchildren in the morning and I pick them up at the bus stop. Nightshift is a bear but seeing the boys daily. Make me happy.
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you’re a lucky man 🙂
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I don’t complain and good evening John from Michigan.
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cheers 🙂
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nice words, yes the tree are The lungs of our planet 🌏🎄
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they certainly are and we are coming to realize that now 🙂
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yes, really.. now the humanity are will know the big roule of tree🎄👍
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just got to keep an eye on the logging companies, that’s all 🙂
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