Life Imitates Art a Humble Tribute To Oscar Wilde

O thou proud Nature Rolling in ashes of long-burnt Fiery love of yourself What are you boasting of? Thy greenery? That’s nothing but Wooden rotten figures With wrinkled claws Scratching the Earth’s breast Fumbling for manure Water-thirsty vampires Destined to be strangled By the icy hands of snowy demons! Thy mountains? They’re nothing but piles of dust Proud of piercing the clouds Forcing a heavy load On the Earth’s shoulders Yet, trodden by every foot Crushed by every step Dumb megalomaniacs Whose sole voice A mere echo Dies in an instant Not long enough to be heard! Thy clouds? Those plump, haughty phantoms Wishing to display their mighty wrath Pat each other on the shoulders And roar to shake and shock The creatures beneath Yet melt in their rages’ climax And weep for their untimely death! Thy far stretching seas and oceans? They’re nothing but tiny trivial Drops of water Gathering to form an impressive identity By losing their own! In the depth of their watery heart Lay their so-called treasures Which being nothing but shipwrecks Make them pleased With their great triumph Over helpless, wooden toys! Their anger is masterfully portrayed By raising their eyebrows Frowning and foaming desperately To impress the captains By their magnificent personality!!! Thy Sun and Moon? They are nothing but boring circles of light One too lazy to move One too transient in mood One entangled in the boggy kingdom of his own flames One begging hopelessly for a beam of light One pleased with burning the eyes One trained in fooling the wise Now behold That every single monument of thy greatness That makes your eyes glow with pride And your heart beat with pulses of joy Is nothing but an illusory mirage Were it not for the sweet words of poetry Coupled with the melodious rhythm of embedded lyres Were it not for the winged metaphors Hand in hand with the marble fingers of imagination Were it not for the poet’s discerning eye To see in thee what thou hast not Thou would not be seen, Thou would not be loved…