Walled Garden

By lenchenelf

Mon, 06 Sep 2010
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If I close sight, let the run of my tongue
excavate dimpled braille of a peach stone,
flesh is soon forgotten in another wonder.

Trial and error may reveal hidden glyph,
would I con its meaning, let the miner speak
a tale of patterns, known to fruitflies;
how some memories persist.

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Comments

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
you have a great eye for detail "dimpled braille of a peach stone", a very sensual poem to read.

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thank you very much Maggy. atb Lenaxx

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Yes I liked the braille image and the idea of hidden meanings in something so mundane that we can only guess at. Rob

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thanks Rob, much appreciated atb Lena xx

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Spotted this flagged up today, thought it might be of interest. On Brain and Metaphor NYTimes http://nyti.ms/be8b5d

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Further interest for the uncommonly interested :-) Three-Dimensional Reconstruction of Brain-wide Wiring Networks in Drosophila at Single-Cell Resolution. http://www.cell.com/current-biology/abstract/S0960-9822%2810%2901522-8

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Hello elf. At last catching up on some of your work. I liked this little piece. Ahh, bliss eating fruit with eyes closed, dreaming. ps Thanks for the Drosophila tip. I now know what's wrong with me.
ScoZen

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thanks SZ, :-) we could observe as a reductionist and/or embrace the experience atb Lena xx