Let go
Let the silver light show
Let the glow glint
Dark flint ruminating new ink
Blue iris indigo
A night blanket in snow.
Look deeper closer
Listen to the clear horizon
Deep with atmosphere
Hear oceans voluminous
Mountains liquid with lake.
Each pearl drops in perfect quake
from each still rain kissed branch
No one can predict the ripening
From miniature into sudden
That wills itself to arrive unseen
Easy natural striding dream.
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Confidence mistaken for lazy
Poet mistaken for crazy
Quietly enduring the bravado
Of those who insist by force
the muscle bound Atlas struggle
Of those who electrocute to be heard
The macho absurd self-promoters
The crotch grabbers in Lamborghinis
The bald trumpeters of profit
With gaudy teeth dipped in goldeneye lies
Who never listen or whisper
Who can’t see the graciousness of trees
or the subtle wild variety of leaves
that flower natural ethereal rose.
It’s all just real estate dollar signs
to them including the People,
If it’s not money, it’s nothing to them.
I love poetry that reaches beyond the self to the society within which we are nurtured, shaped, grounded, and, oftentimes, crushed.
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Thank you Rosaliene, well said! I appreciate your supportive comment.
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