{"id":433,"date":"2016-08-01T23:21:19","date_gmt":"2016-08-01T23:21:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/?p=433"},"modified":"2025-04-21T13:40:35","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T13:40:35","slug":"yellow-and-scarlet-dahlias-all-laughing-all-sultry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/index.php\/2016\/08\/01\/yellow-and-scarlet-dahlias-all-laughing-all-sultry\/","title":{"rendered":"Yellow and Scarlet Dahlias– All Laughing, All Sultry"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"20140822_184508\"<\/a>If it were any other kind of debris lying in the trash, it\u00a0would have lain in a stupor of lifeless glare:
\na neutered baby doll’s eyes, wide open and full of dull.
\nThe unsalted Hotel butter had already lost that crisp and glossy blue shine.
\nMangled BBQ chicken stinks with legs ripped and tossed.
\nA strawberry frozen yogurt container lay sideways without its top.
\nMilky stench offends nostrils, the repulsion of that which once touted
\ncool, tart confection
\nthrown into the din, awash in coffee grinds.
\nAll other waste, a forgotten nuisance.<\/p>\n

Thrown on top, still clustered together, are the sensual
\nA bouquet of dahlias!
\nOnce fresh garden flowers, all dressed up and ready for a night of dancing
\nSoft dahlias, used to murmuring among themselves
\ndrenched in dew under the white moon lighting of the night sky.<\/p>\n

Dahlias, like ten tin soldiers, stand straight, tightly wound<\/p>\n

Magnificent ladies of the night,
\na magenta red sexed up,
\npoised and arched in the middle,
\nslides slightly toward a light lavender,
\nwhose purple texture, like wafers of thin cardboard paper,
\ndraw irresistibly,
\na hand
\nurgent to reach into the trash to feel the soft, the vibrant
\nlingering in the aftermath even though the life force is long gone.
\nThe musky souls have carried on elsewhere
\nbut there is no dampening of spirit here, for the rascals,
\nthe garden fairies
\nwho sing through garish yellow petals, send the peals of a clown laughing within the garnet red swirling and curling
\ninto tiny within the center of the stigma.<\/p>\n

A stem shudders, unable any longer to carry the head of once a slender white soul and the green cracks and the angel falls into ketchup away from the others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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