My Lotus and Me
British racing green
and
number seventeen
Very
nearly number one
though ..
Once upon a moment
gone ..
Or so it did Zen
almost seem to me ..
But listen
and loudly
That tree when falling
never made
a single sound …………
My Lotus and Me
British racing green
and
number seventeen
Very
nearly number one
though ..
Once upon a moment
gone ..
Or so it did Zen
almost seem to me ..
But listen
and loudly
That tree when falling
never made
a single sound …………
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But if it did not make a sound did it really fall?
Andy
it was certainly raring to go Andy ................................................................. ))) 🙂
Not being race-trained I ask did this Lotus have a tragic accident when a tree fell silently and so suddenly down to crush its hope of winning. - - but hope you were not in it me luverly..........x
Sshh, they are all listening to us out there .. tis just a little bump honest .. but then, everything has a knock on effect dunnit ............. and at the end of the day, it felt lovely ... 🙂 x.
A fine write N.
Anyone I should meet in this poem?!
if yew can fall for a tree, then its oak K with me .. I'm off to the beech fir a while ...................... 🙂
The wheel came off mine on a nasty bend....... on another occasion i swerved to avoid a child and fell out of bed!
There were tree fellers there but not an axe between em bejabers.
Do trees make a sound whilist falling or just when they stop falling... maybe its just the wind.
Maybe .. in the in-between time though, thanks for the ponder DA ............................... N 🙂
Oh my did you bend the tree! Timber’s away! Hope you both stick around, least you both weren’t bumps on a log! Racing sounds like fun! Of course trees don’t cry, they just weep sap
............ I'm beginning to feel like that McDonalds ad .......... do da do da doo I'm luvin it 🙂
Well I suppose if you are a tree and not a hand and don’t have another tree not to clap with (if yer know wot I mean) then you best just lie down and hope no one heard…
The only thing which buggered the whole scene up was the British Racing Green Lotus, which we will have to excuse because it was only seventeen and really hadn’t had the chance , since it was always racing around, to sit, contemplate, then koan find out......
what an extraordinarily well reasoned response you old dog ... wot ya gotta realise tho is if it was 16 or under, chances are it was a Morris Minor ..................................................... 🙂
The Morris Minor woz my car of choice when I turned 18, Nev. Point is was MM so underpowered that I would have had time to contemplate all the ramifications resulting from a tree which fell without sound because I wasn’t there….?
Neville,
Alas, that Lotus number seventeen was willing to perform, but I suppose there were too many problems to do so.
Not only did I enjoy reading your interesting poem, but I also learned something knew.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
I try to do that every day .. am glad I could be of some small service .. bless you my dear friend 🌻 🙂 x
I have totalled three cars in my life, yet have had only six accidents in my life, and driven enough in one year to make taxi drivers sweat, a lifetime..
having never had an accident while anyone was in the car with me..
in short, I'm a devil alone
a gentler presence, with someone at my side..
but I do love that romance of poetic solitude, not to be mistaken with loneliness..
solitude, looking out at nature's vastness and feeling so insignificant and small...
with trees, as my road signs and bumps as my re-calibrating influences: in life...
I dare not total those I have so far purchased .. but I do know that it is quite a number .. and tho not a car kinda geeza, I still miss the old Alpha ............. .................... the trees of course make all the difference, don't they ................................... Neville
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