A grasshopper sitting on feral flower at my garden.
Me watching peacefully lying supine on my lawn
A chameleon attacks and swallows all on a sudden
Cheerful chirping of flock of sterlings at dawn.
Sweet tweets of dancing sparrows at sunlit morn.
Shy snail to walk slow stepping on its single foot
Song bird cuckoo calling mate with tone, musical.
Pet rabbit with chewing habit, biting grass shoot.
Swift squirrel climbing stem up and down, whimsical
Kittens , puppies playing merrily, typical.
Eagle, kites soaring high on cerulean sky trying to dive
Butterflies fluttering wings sipping nectar in thrill
Nature's programs running dynamic, show is live.
Dynamism all around ! Each in zest and zeal.
Daily Show of animal world ! Oblivious to appeal.
At early dawn, me lying supine on my non - mowed lawn in happy mood.
I am relaxing under bright Sun and clean clear cerulean sky enjoying
morning beauty of environ. Cheerful sparrows and sterlings to chirp
and prance. Morning dews are glistening on wild glass blades. Swift
squirrel is climbing up and coming down. Slow snail is crawling silent with
single foot. In gentle breeze, tiny feral flowers are nodding heads in fun.
Everything is running smooth and fine in fresh morning.
Fluttering wings flying butterflies are visiting blossoms. Cute kittens are
playing joyfully at a corner. I am sensing serene sublime ecstatic state.
Suddenly a grass hopper settles on tip of grass. A prompt chameleon
doesn’t miss the chance to attack and swallows up. My heavenly bliss at
once turns in melancholy sinking in hell.
nature acts ruthless ~
prey and predator to run
simultaneous.
Oiled and preened
Plucked and tucked
Everything as it should, no
As they see it should be
Plied with cloths of gold
Piled high with gems and stones
Their shroud of protection being more like a weight of confinement.
Taking all your strength to place a single foot in front of the other.
None left to flee
None left to even turn away.
As they force me to take those last few steps
I now know what this was all for
Its not a lavish wedding, filled with drink and high spirits.
Its my wake as I am to be traded for lands and titles.
Why would they lie?
Did they not know I would sacrifice all, if just asked?
Then I see them, the one I am to be traded to.
Hollow eyes.
Stiff back.
Not a sign of a smile.
Yet gilded in gold and encrusted in jewels.
What thing did they sell me to?
Will I be tormented?
What must I do to be free?
I must be weak, I heard them say.
So weak that I’m looking for escape before it even begins.
But didn’t they know, the torment started the second they lied.
They came
They marched
They honoured
Their newly crowned monarch
on Coronation Day
King Charles the third
and Camilla his Queen
in the Golden State Coach
the World for to see
Their marching
Not one single foot out of place
Their music
Was truly spectacular
So before they go
I hope they know
to each one I say
on this auspicious day
~
despite the rain
~
despite the cloud
~
Today I felt so very proud
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FOR NO ONE DOES IT BETTER…
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Written on 6th May 2023
After witnessing King Charles 111 and Queen Camilla’s Coronation
and the incredible feat of the marching troupes who were truly spectacular
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th Place in Brian's PREMIERE contest
Roaring thunder under the hood.
I grip the wheel that controls them;
Then white broken lines turn to solid,
Power pole picket fence flashing in eyes corners.
Never saddled such fury before,
One blinking mistake and I'm gone.
Didn't know a single foot had so much power,
Traveling at speeds that stopping wouldn't like.
Beginning to think thoughts that drive mind;
Will my spirit truly fly this fast someday?
It will for sure if I miss that next curve.
Still missing wind in face from one stallion.
Not used to new suit of fiery red armor around me,
With this huge bay glass visor to see through.
As soon as I can dismount this monster of the future,
This knight shall return to the honor of a gallop.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn