A carefully selected mismatch

Spontaneous is
carefully selected mismatch,
expensive socks unpaired
and designer patchwork parkas
made in Bangladesh.

It’s feng-shui of the coffee-shop
where posers order oolong tea.
It’s zen on Instagram
and random twitter feeds.

It’s not the grey of compromise
but conformity of purple scarfs.
Spontaneous is a bohemian song
for privileged, the few.
it’s just for me and you.

Blue Lady, Purple Lady by  Walasse Ting

Blue Lady, Purple Lady by Walasse Ting

This is scribbled quite quickly for Prompt Nights. I think Spontaneous is very hard to be in reality, and just maybe it’s something that is far from our comfort zone.

January 9, 2016

30 responses to “A carefully selected mismatch

  1. I agree…so-called spontaneity is most often carefully selected! Especially like the mismatched socks and “posers order oolong tea”

  2. This is beautiful!! I especially love “Spontaneous is a bohemian song for privileged, the few.”
    No doubt there are some of us who find it a bit difficult to leave our comfort zone. Thank you so much for your kind participation and for sharing your views on the subject 🙂

    Lots of love,

  3. I remember the days of being a young flower child – the jewelry, drapings, sandals – all carefully put together for that “careless” look, that just thrown on look. And true, most of us that I knew well were middle upper class and upper class folk. Money and education trying to look poor, hip, and spontaneous. I remember at Woodstock, all the celebrities, models, etc. who walked among us lesser folk in their haute couture bohemian look. Now among the elite, like at Coachella, the look is called BoHo. go figure.

  4. This poem must’ve made me shriek a tad louder than I thought I had, since my husband ran into the room asking if everything was all right. And of course, it is, I just get over-excited when I read a poem that sings to life as it is. For it is true, in today’s society “spontaneous” has become an expected fad… it is almost as if to be truly spontaneous, we must involve a whole lot of planning.

  5. spontaneous sis … I love that. This speaks of “adopting” one another as siblings. So often, our friendships end up being what we had hoped to find in familial relationships.

    Miss Match. She must be your “sister.” So she lights things on fire, eh? I’m picturing you picking her out from behind glass, as if she’s just waiting for someone to adopt her, take her own, and wrap her up.

    I’m picturing the speaker taking her to places he thinks she’ll like, giving her clothes he thinks she’ll like … expensive places and expensive things … but in the end, her spirit is so grey that she just can’t enjoy anything … but that boho song you’re sharing with her. Together, I guess you find out what it really means to be “privileged” … and it has nothing to do with money.

    I think she sets everything on fire the second she feels threatened. I wonder if she was abused or destroyed in some way. I think this poem is actually about your parents adopting her. She’s been in and out of foster homes over the years, and she’s been damaged every time. I think you’ve observed that the only thing that touches her is music. You seem to really want to be a good brother to her, to help her. But she’s probably expecting that you’re just going to rape her; then she’ll be out on her ass. It’s really all she can count on.

  6. I like all of your examples of spontaneity, Bjorn. I smiled at ‘carefully selected mismatch.’ Reminds me of my granddaughter’s socks. Seems that must be the style in her class. Smiles.

  7. It takes a soul in tune with itself to be freely spontaneous. Usually we are only as “different” as our peer group.
    Your first line is bang on and then just gets sharper.

  8. The latest thing, I have noticed, is people carrying their “water” in old glass canning jars. What a hassle – though, on trend, I gather. The point, I guess, is a harkening back to a simpler, greener time – but yikes, there’s got to be a better – less shattering – way to get there. Ha!

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