A springtime fawn found a placid pond and knelt down for a drink.
She bent her knees into the mud,
And placed her velveted chin
parallel to the pond
and the dawn found
the edge of the earth.
The touch of the fawn’s
Mouth made the water wake.
(and all things in it).
And as she drank,
the orchestra played the pond-song play.
The whole pond awoke to the sound of the little, lapping,
fawn’s tongue-song.
A tadpole was freed and ...Swam in the song.
He surfaced.
Greened in the dawn.
And surprised the fawn.
He saddled her sweet new nose
With his bright green clothes.
And she sneezed him
Aloft a red virgin rose.
Categories:
velveted, animal, color, image, innocence,
Form: Free verse
The multistoried building stands
desolated in city environs
with floors still ‘under construction’
and a heap of grabage fouling within its fence.
The decoration of fragrant garden within
accentuates kind sight of the passers-by.
Captivated by machined simplicity
streamlined with time,
he stands there perplexed
at the discovery of alloyed divine element
trying to redefine the domain
to reformulate the structured phenomenon.
Assigning adjectives to the noun
raises deep eddies within
wading through the velveted admiration.
NO,
‘She’ won’t submit her soiled devotion
in the circumambience of sensitive rays
piercing through the pitch-dark clouds.
“I would better set the garbage ablaze”- ‘she’ said.
Categories:
velveted, angst, devotion, imagination, introspection,
Form: Blank verse