Turning Left (..or Left Turning)
An American dream
seems to be taking
the shape of a human being
I’m a citizen of a new world
I pledge allegiance to these hands
and hold my passport
entry visa stamped
to a country somewhere
above the clouds of September
on the outskirts of seaports
loading blue pink buckets
of a catapult of shoulds
and together climbing rocks
wrapped in white papers of surrender.
posted by Ruby Justice at 3:13 PM
8 Comments:
Alas! The US did have a delic cookie in-store for you :-)
One tin soldier...
From Wikipedia:
"...The best-known tin soldier in literature is the unnamed title character in Hans Christian Andersen's 1838 fairy tale, The Brave Tin Soldier. It concerns a tin soldier who had only one leg because "he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him." He falls in love with a dancer made of paper and after much adventuring, including being swallowed by a fish, the two are consumed together by fire, leaving nothing but tin melted "in the shape of a little tin heart."
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awwwwwwwwwwwwe! sad story :-( but beautiful... thanks
"....All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin, with a narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf. In front of these was fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face. The little lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg. “That is the wife for me,” he thought; “but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance.” Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance. When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have sham fights, and to give balls. The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join the amusements, but they could not open the lid. The nut-crackers played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment. The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped up a little black goblin; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle."
http://hca.gilead.org.il/tin_sold.html
She *is* too grand, does live in a castle, and never loses her balance, despite compelling herself to stand on one leg. :-)
..self-made castle, may I add?
And how many times have you caught me when I lost my balance--in broken key-holes and last cigarette filters caught in cracks and stumbles upon sidewalks? Dozens of times I can count, some requiring pizza, and some not. ;-)
Habibi
xx
It's like mama and papa reading me a bed-time story, locking eyes, ending up in each other's arms, while I lie in my cot wide awake still... what about meeee!!!! finish up the story folks I WANT TO HEAR THE ENDIIIIIING! Oh! shucks, ok, off you two go, to bed to bed.... but keep quiet I'm trying to sleep... ;-)
THIS is the best place I want to be..with Hala and Ross...my super-natural sanctuary.
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