Saturday, February 23, 2019

F=MxA* Revisited

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Wind rises.
Up puffs 
Fluff from
Dandelions.
Dispersal
Never stops,
Nor do thoughts
Grow only
To their tops.

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  1. Yes, be careful what you say. Or at least be careful how you say it, and send your ideas to the world.

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    1. Thanks, Joanne. Let's send our thoughts onto the wind to clutch Earth together at their roots.

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  2. It seems to me that this is a timely reminder in these days of social media . . .

    And it's also just a lovely word picture.

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  3. You must have paid attention in both math and English class:)

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    1. Had to. Back then schools had corporal punishment for inattention --and rumors of firing squads!

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  4. A lovely poetic musing.
    It's a force that is pushing the mass of my imagination.
    Not sure about the Newtons involved, though I like mine figged.

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    1. Tom, as a boy I learned to climb like a monkey into ancient fig trees that actually formed tunnels with their branches. The rewards were palpable and palatable. When I later found Fig Newtons existed, I thought the world was about perfect.

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  5. Mostly my dandelions are getting picked :-) They are underrated beauties, I'm happy to find them honoured here xx

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    1. Dear Lisa. You touch a nerve. 30 years ago I was gardening at a high school and one of the custodians came out to see me. He watched me daub the shrub-bed with herbicide, then pointed to dandelions in the lawn.
      "You no kill weeds?" He asked.
      "Not weeds", I answered. "Beautiful."
      He replied,"In Vietnam, I was herbalist --prescribe these leaves for digestion."
      "Thanks for teaching me that", I said.
      He touched my back gently and went back inside.

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