Tuesday, July 9, 2013

True North

We go together
like buttermilk and bourbon.
I'm a mossy girl
from both sides of the tree.
You can slip your fingers in the folds
of my map
or spin my compass.
You'll never find true north with me.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

34 comments:

Susan said...

Take the pie and run, I say. True north may just be a solitary way. Great poem!

Mary said...

Methinks True North is an illusion anyway!

Brian Miller said...

does anyone ever find true north...but fingers in the folds of the map spinning compasses sounds rather fun...ha...

not sure i want buttermilk and bourbon though...

Claudia said...

sometimes it's all about contrasts and who cares about true north anyway...ha

Richard Cody said...

Lucky for me, I can't tell North from South...

Anna Graham said...

Excellent, I read it darker than others but it could be because as a child I once put buttermilk and apple juice together and got terribly sick. We have to be as we are and there's no happy chemistry sometimes.

Laurie Kolp said...

Thought-provoking... true north.

Helen said...

Officially ~~ gobsmacked!

kelvin s.m. said...

..aww... girls are complicated! hihi...

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I don't know if I would need true north at that point---

Sioux said...

This is a sensuous summer poem.

Buttermilk PIE would make a great pairing with bourbon, I imagine.

maryazilberberg said...

Eh, that's what GPS is for -- much prefer "mossy from both sides of the tree." Very lovely.

rumoursofrhyme said...

I'll never look at a map in quite the same way again, MZ. NOt sure whether to thank you for that or not!

Björn said...

I love the lines of being a mossy girl from both sides of the three. evokes my time as a boyscout... how can you find true north...

I'll have a buttermilk and bourbon straight please.

Grace said...

I adore the sensuality and maybe its best to keep true north hidden away ~

Mystic_Mom said...

I have just one word for this, and I say it with a grin: AWESOME! Yeah, it rocks.

Zouxzoux said...

That chick knows a thing or two. Written with style!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks for the warning. Sometimes, though, it's not so bad to get lost...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I may not ever find true north with you, but I always find truth, magiczenmama

LaTonya Baldwin said...

The map analogy is so strong, sensual, sure. Like what you do, woman. Like what you do.

mrs mediocrity said...

I love this... Every line. You leave me smiling.

grapeling said...

first I read bossy. then I saw mossy. and then I thought buttermilk pancakes with a bourbon chaser in the syrup. and then I saw fingers in the folds and think it's time to stop writing now.

Grandmother said...

We can only find it ourselves, within ourselves, which is what you're saying in your amazen style.

Lorraine said...

I have no sense of direction, naughty naughty I love it

ssmatthews451 said...

buttermilk and bourbon! Wow, never tried that, but I do know how to find my way through the folds, be it north, or be it south!!!!!

colleen said...

So quirky and strong. I love your description of yourself as mossy on both sides of the tree and bourbon and buttermilk got my attention right away.

Steve King said...

Being lost is usually half the fun...north, south, up, down..this is a gem, so smart and sharp.

flaubert said...

Lovely little poem, mama. The ending is delightful, sometimes it is nice to get lost :)

Pamela

Dave King said...

Maybe not, but Ah!... it would be fun trying! Great little poem!

Arron Shilling said...

Daddy Zen is a lucky guy because on the strength of the tone alone I want to hold the compass. The title and final shot are just perfect and alluring and pregnant that mystery of the female oooooosssssssshhhhhh! (which isn't very articulate but words fail!) but most of all if someone ever said this to me IRL I would die a thousand deaths of melting happiness:

We go together
like buttermilk and bourbon.

a real peachy pocketful of tasty PO.

cheers mama

hedgewitch said...

Never steer by a human when you can use stars, I say--this is what I love about your writing--always ten miles of truth on a two-block street.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Bourbon may curdle the buttermilk, but how else are you gonna make cheese?

ayala said...

I love this..
You'll never find true north with me.

Maggie Grace said...

Brilliantly creative. Love everything about it. "You'll never find true north with me." I'm sure that's what my husband thinks about me. lol