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Click hereChartreuse
Doused within a chartreuse morn,
Orioles dance amongst sodden pink clouds,
limbs dip towards inch worm green blades,
Black mantle, orange breast suckling sweet nectar,
cascade of pink petals meandering in ethereal rain.
Bird song filters thru lawn mowers whines,
spinning blades craving man’s perfection.
Beryl slaves rooted for decapitation,
sacrificed
for a false paragon.
Tiny throats burst forth a ménage of notes,
chaotic symphony breeds serenity,
wild aptness laced in bird song moments,
freedom
from conformity.
Brilliant quietude floats in chartreuse,
nature’s purity of fractal living,
No mind or thought to be as one,
unfettered desires bloom in meadows,
Naïve of the spinning blades.
lively illustration with words that paints a picture of nature's birds doing business as normal, while man does his menial task of mowing the lawn.
The perfection of a mid-Spring day, except for the need to mow that damn lawn.
The perfection of a mid-Spring day, except for the need to mow that damn lawn.
Uncontrolled desire ~ naive to the ways love can be destroyed. For now the brilliant quietude suffices. Beautiful illustration.