Feeling disarmed of perspective, mindless,
I pay homage to this ancient forest.
My senses soak up the misty shadows
In the dark-green carpets of its clearings.
Rough edges of leafy bough sway and cut
The blank blue of its only, lonely sky.
With outstretched arms, I stand in grateful awe
At the wondrous wonders brimming around.
I feel expansive, taking in nature's beauty,
An artist's canvas, taut, accommodating
On which no less than truth, stark and artful
May then be indelibly etched and painted.
I find short solace, feeling saved all over
No matter how fleeting the blessed feeling.
Nonetheless I sigh with deep gratitude
Though the brief bliss whiffles away in the din
Of subways, in the chaos of gnarled traffic,
in the toxic smog of rat-race city.
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Categories:
whiffles, urban
Form: Free verse
disarmed of perspective, mindless,
to this ancient forest I pay homage,
my senses soaked in misty meadows,
the dark-green carpets of its clearings,
as rough edges of leafy bough sway
and cut the blank blue of their only sky;
with arms outstretched, I stand in awe,
oblation to the wondrous wonders around,
I stretch myself, hoping that I may become
just like an artist's taut, transparent canvas
on which no less than artless and artful truth
may then be indelibly etched and painted;
by allowing this inchoate enchantment
to permeate the core of my whole being,
in a light sense , I feel good having done
something good, no matter how fleeting,
for it whiffles away in the din of subways,
gnarled traffic and toxic smog of rat race city !
Categories:
whiffles, nature, places, urban, may,
Form: Free verse