Wonderland in a Tree Poem by Dandelion De La Rue

Wonderland in a Tree Poem
Painting by Khchao Touch

Wonderland in a Tree

Escaping Druidlike
into the tree
a light filled hollow
opening up,
warm and beckoning.

So Alice stands
before it, waiting
for the warmth,
hair growing into the earth
in perfect ringlets
in harmony, matching the tree
her arms open
hugging air
healing by the light
and belonging there.

Healing from
the evil queens
and silly cards
who paint the roses red
thinking nature
should match the wallpaper.

Healing from
the Prozak addled masses
who no longer think
or just no longer care.

Healing from
the pain, the sneers,
of those who think
that kindness is a weakness.

Healing from
arrogant science
which would deny
and criticize
the wisdom of the natural world.

Healing from
the frenzied bringers of
religions and advice
who shout with dedication
that only they
are privy to the truth.

Alice knows better,
she listens to the tree,
it told her so
and teaches her to blend
into the real reality.

Invincible Invisible Roots by Dandelion De La Rue

Invincible Invisible Roots

Invincible Invisible Roots

Childhood roots are gone
dug up and burned,
fuel for factory farms
killed by herbicides and
pesticides, chemicals and
GMOs
Lysol sanitized
after death.
I listen to the music of their kin
and hear the beauty
that was thrown away
in frenzied sightless
rush for progress
drab and ugly progress.

But roots are tougher
than I knew
and with me yet
wherever my wandering feet
may find themselves.
We’ll never see
our birthplace and
tears and anger
won’t change that.

Today my roots are here and there
in every place that I have been,
invisible tendrils waving from
my heels
leaving bits in other soil
I take them with me
everywhere.

Porch Swing by Dandelion De La Rue

Porch swing life in
some other place
moon humming happy
bugs playing fiddles
pies cooling
by the window

Down the road awhile
in smokey midnight bars
torchy songs low and thick
red lipstick eyes closed
songs for someone gone
a long long time

Outside slow motion
saxaphone
wakes the blood
sends foggy feet
to the magic house
yellow glow windows
Strong souls there,
souls so big
they never die.

Dreamstreet Man
drew that door
then walked through it.
You don’t know
he said
who’s the dream
and who’s the dreamer.

The air’s the same
The air’s the same.
It’s the same good
honeysuckle air.

I am the clown by Dandelion de La Rue

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I am the clown

On the red bicycle

Riding through the foggy streets

Blaring my little horn

Laughing wildly, madly

at all the

irrelevancies

And absurdities.

And the reverent quests

For self-importance.

The clown can also

watch the dance,

The struts and strides

And smiling well dressed

Charms of those who

Claim to know Reality.

And when it gets too Serious

He can jump up shouting,

His red nose on his face

And orange hair and big white mouth

Permanently smiling

And he can shout

But it’s absurd! It’s all just

So absurd!

And ride his bicycle away.