For Natasha L Scragg's Contest " Silent Letters And Oxymorons". Date August 9, 2026
From the bay of blue hills in “restless stillness” at the edge of the “unsteady placid” plateau, embraced by the “calmly turbulent” clouds making twilight filigree with the spent sun’s rays, the sparkling stream flows with “gentle ferocity”, exuding the “humble grandeur” of “quiet ebullience”, cascading in the emerald forest with tuned “thunderous whisper” of “timeless moments”. It meanders in the serrated swathe of the furnished ferns, sprinkles in “perfectly imperfect” manner fluid pearls that sing water song with the drizzle of “deafening silence”, wafting in the “soundless echo” of the rippling air’s sigh. Flying with “patient urgency” over crystalline “icy warm” water the returning robins chirp the springtime song. As the autumn’s wilted leaves in the tree boughs rustle with the mesmeric melody of “sweet sorrow” beguiled butterflies flitter around the blushing buds in “chaotic harmony”. The sapphire night sky shimmering above the “blinding darkness” of the forest canopy, wears the bejeweled stellar crown of the twinkling stars. Silver sequins trickle with “graceful frenzy” through the diaphanous moonshine film. In a trance, I’m enthralled by nature’s "disparate symmetry" of the “fragile vigor” of oxymoronic splendor. (Oxymorons are within quotation)
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