i
upset an oxymoron
of little interest
(not strictly oxymoron
either)
but we do our best..
the sky is falling
like the old nest
pick it up
look through the holes
and wonder of
our lonely existence
in stone..
ii
consider the moss
and the random
beauty of it´s
elegance..
question it´s
practise
and comfort
which is set
in your hand
now
like any
lost crown..
iii
no oxymoron
no doubting
here is love
and here is thin
reason
make up
our minds
in a few sands
here is faith..
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
i
upset an oxymoron
of little interest
(not strictly oxymoron
either)
but we do our best..
the sky is falling
like the old nest
pick it up
look through the holes
and wonder of
our lonely existence
in stone..
ii
consider the moss
and the random
beauty of it´s
elegance..
question it´s
practise
and comfort
which is set
in your hand
now
like any
lost crown..
iii
no oxymoron
no doubting
here is love
and here is thin
reason
make up
our minds
in a few sands
here is faith..
thanks to ben noah suri .inspired by his piece
which included the word upset repeated.i thought how upsetting to find a bird´s nest and the curious nature of the word and what a crash it made falling from the peaceful heavens..but marvel at the structure.how tough and fragile etc more oxymoron.i am a keen fan of ted hughes and his verse about nature.he cuts to the bone.is it not as splendid as anything to be continued.. man made