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"fugacious" poems
A fueling, flashing fulgent, furnace, fulgurous, frothy, fumes and feathery flakes, I do not speak of waves of snow, hoary frost, or ice, a cold gelare or even frozen lakes! Formidable, furrows, fructifying, functioning fruition to foremost fondly found a flaming, I revel not in such destruction but choices for my naming! For flowers flow fields forever, forswearing funneling fjords finitely, fire fray’s forests furthermost, Instructing in the arts of language, for I am your gracious host! Fakir formulates factious forms fading flummoxed into fury, a fugacious fusible and furtive fleeting feigning furiosity, A deep ditch dug, tight as pug, wrapped blanket snub though not a flub, all perspicacity! Finds frosty frore a frozen freezing faction for fusty flaming feasance, Fomorian fantasy of formidable faggoting, facient up to fancying, fancying, furnaced flesh fluidity finds itself factitivity, facets for fabulists from the faint familiarity, Relating cold to heat as such, requires but a human touch, apologize I do you see for all my clueless severity! Fans of all the falconry, who fallow fields of family, falter for a fallacy, falling into infamy as forgone flame frontogenesis, fatigues a Faustian felony, for which fate finds is fastigiated foolery, febrile features featly and yet furiously, favonian fear of fellowship fiendishly, figures foal to fatherly, finally fiddle flinchingly, although not so too furtively; I finagle in my filigree!
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Wauhermes in Toto
Wanted: her words! Her inspired, breathless, Sighing words Needed for motivation Desired for an elixir Of broken hearts and corrupt minds Wanted: her words! Her mellifluous panacea Breathing life into the inanimate Defining the undefinable And finding felicity in the fugacious Wanted: her words! Her intransigent, sagacious, And judicious lyrics Publicly educating and passionate Privately life's denouement Her words are wanted
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Wanted:
Her syllogisms repose trust in her adept beleaguering of unworthy opponents. Constantly in a state of lassitude for this desultory, inure world of the insouciant youth which dwells upon it's cathartic terrain, she engages not in lachrymose nor is she crestfallen for the hope of romance and it's everlasting ineffability. She is a fugacious moment of frisson embodied in a human form; a juxtaposition of the serendipitous moments that ever constantly come one after the other in a fickle wheel of steep highs and deep lows. All her life, this girl will lilt through the crossroads of her obstacles and show the world the efflorescence of her beauty. Hush don't speak lest you miss hearing the mellifluous music of her voice of fail to hear the lagniappe that is her name. She is the cynosure of human attention, the goddess and we are but her humble servants. She is innocence most rare, love most coveted. She is infinite. She is peace.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
She walks in callipygous beauty
Ingénue, Ingénue mellifluous intonation; within my ear intangible embrocation! Emollient to my inure lithe and lilt affections- A panacea, a talisman fetching provocation. Ingénue, Ingénue Why must you fall into such fugacious dalliances? Becoming and comely are you The cynosure of men dissembling by demure Ingénue, Ingénue how easily I imbue sempiternal scintilla into naive little you Lo, during my brooding- arrive in halcyon gambol, Dulcet or Saccharine Is it me or you? Ingénue, oh Ingénue an epiphany, so true a furtive labyrinthine past the offing of you None so opulent cast more than penumbra. T'would simply be Pyrrhic to go on, continue.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Ingénue~
Our Father          Woe! to these  demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,          Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity          Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...           scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows           The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and  permanently smudged...with  other assorted myriad miseries        Thou  mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...        Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..           Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent  calumnious falsifiers...          Oh maudlin mocking  manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations   **Thy God is an angry God  a vengeful God      a jealous God**   Oh **** pots and gall!  Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved      degeneracy Take heed  thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when  judgement deigns an    opprobrious order of objurgation                      terrible tragic tempestous tribulations  of treachery                               Oh  Woe! Alas!            They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive     falsifiers!!                 scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden  recalcitrants…             Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!          This rant has been brought to you by:          The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
The Besotted Wayward English Major Turned Priest
Our Father          Woe! to these  demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,          Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity          Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...           scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows           The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and  permanently smudged...with  other assorted myriad miseries        Thou  mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...        Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..           Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent  calumnious falsifiers...          Oh maudlin mocking  manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations   **Thy God is an angry God  a vengeful God      a jealous God**   Oh **** pots and gall!  Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved      degeneracy Take heed  thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when  judgement deigns an    opprobrious order of objurgation                      terrible tragic tempestous tribulations  of treachery                               Oh  Woe! Alas!            They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive     falsifiers!!                 scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden  recalcitrants…             Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!          This rant has been brought to you by:          The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim
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The breeze in the air is redolent And the heart gambols with glee To the tintinnabulation of wind chimes Ah, what sweet felicity. The whispering of trees is mellifluous As is the susurrous of floral woods How salubrious is the efflorescence Beside the ebullient babbling brook. Old man winter is but fugacious For I've stumbled upon my inglenook I wake to the breath of spring Oh, it's summer eternal in my book. My cup now holds ethereal elixir It's manna from the heavens above I found you - ah, serendipity If this isn't, then what is love?
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
And this too is Love - Loquacious
Summertime awakens the redolent flowers It brings to life again the day Rebirth of the stars Raindrops become my healing balm And thunder my elixir Demure fawns gallop gracefully Across the woodland’s fallen trees And the sky is arrayed In cloaks of fragrant mist The forest’s familiar scent of petrichor Fills the moss laden air And hidden periwinkles glisten with dewdrops Sweet summertime has returned once more Her usual fugacious beauty ~Marian~
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Sweet Summertime
The pen is mightier Than the sword But what to consider The keyboard? How many stanzas Phrases Words Must I conflate To imbue in you My love? Is there no panacea, No way for me to convey The hold on my soul? My heart My being~ Such dulcet thoughts! Your eyes, {My cynosure} Pure felicity So lovely A million ships at the ready The cue being the sight of your smile. Helen is such a fugacious Pipe dream fixation When compared to your gaze Until then, Try as I might, The depth of my feelings Remains the deep ocean Only a ripple wavers At your knees The rest waiting For the Golden Bird Of language To release it's curse Mere English isn't sufficient.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Drabble
My heart skips like a rock across the river filled in my sorrows I'm down today, but there's hope for tomorrow This hope lets me cope like its dope and I'm a fiend Each ripple of a wave shows me the way Taking me, making my mental depression raise And in the breeze that kisses my tear streaked face I find a glimmer of a smile the dawning of a new day A day that dissolves anguish and brings an abundance of happiness Like hot chocolate deep in winters mist I find that I'm deep within these myths Buried in lies beyond lies, I've tried and I've tried Floundering time after time Sinking deep until the bottom was my place to hide Struggling for air, lungs unable to rise Weight of burdened waters and tides Until in the darkness I chose to swim and rise The time is now determination fills my eyes Thru pain comes happiness I have come to realize Press to the top this Ian my life and my sunrise I am the drive train in the machine that motivates me The I in the team that solely consist of me Like a beam of light it strikes me Profusely enlightens me , Adjust my contrast and brightens me No longer will I huddle in the dark acquiescly Eloquence bubbles up inside of me Hope serenades from within As an illuminating light in my eyes begins I can see now the fantastical future depends On where I lay my burdens and my sins I chose to be free, live my life, plant seeds And allow destiny to drive and fulfill my needs As I cry out the pain Heaven has heard my pleads The anguish washed away, my soul no longer bleeds My Utopia awaits, this cages bird is freed Its times flee and gambol No longer gambling on the shadows Luminaries of the sky let me spread my wings and fly Nature lifts me high, the birds chirp hi, as they gracefully fly by I can't fathom the fugacious elegance so prevalent With great relevance to my contentment with life No longer with I struggle or strife I'll dehydrate my eyes no longer will I cry Time is ineffable so I'll pay no mind, To the hands that control the lie
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Life's Flow
My heart skips like a rock across the river filled in my sorrows I'm down today, but there's hope for tomorrow This hope lets me cope like its dope and I'm a fiend Each ripple of a wave shows me the way Taking me, making my mental depression raise And in the breeze that kisses my tear streaked face I find a glimmer of a smile the dawning of a new day A day that dissolves anguish and brings an abundance of happiness Like hot chocolate deep in winters mist I find that I'm deep within these myths Buried in lies beyond lies, I've tried and I've tried Floundering time after time Sinking deep until the bottom was my place to hide Struggling for air, lungs unable to rise Weight of burdened waters and tides Until in the darkness I chose to swim and rise The time is now determination fills my eyes Thru pain comes happiness I have come to realize Press to the top this Ian my life and my sunrise I am the drive train in the machine that motivates me The I in the team that solely consist of me Like a beam of light it strikes me Profusely enlightens me , Adjust my contrast and brightens me No longer will I huddle in the dark acquiescly Eloquence bubbles up inside of me Hope serenades from within As an illuminating light in my eyes begins I can see now the fantastical future depends On where I lay my burdens and my sins I chose to be free, live my life, plant seeds And allow destiny to drive and fulfill my needs As I cry out the pain Heaven has heard my pleads The anguish washed away, my soul no longer bleeds My Utopia awaits, this cages bird is freed Its times flee and gambol No longer gambling on the shadows Luminaries of the sky let me spread my wings and fly Nature lifts me high, the birds chirp hi, as they gracefully fly by I can't fathom the fugacious elegance so prevalent With great relevance to my contentment with life No longer with I struggle or strife I'll dehydrate my eyes no longer will I cry Time is ineffable so I'll pay no mind, To the hands that control the lie
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let everything thing you say sound unpredictable that it is hard to believe and no one will ever decipher those incomprehensable tools of mortality i pull out my bones to dig a new grave In the side of the road where we used to play Where the grass was pulled up but the roots they never gave The scent of their blood on the air is here always a delicate dust lies just beneath accept that and with the casket leave the flashback i want to be set free no one can tell me i want to be set free! and if you've forgotten i know you can forget your first love forget that surprise the way you feel at sunrise but in those eyes i cant let go inability to focus on change the trauma is set trying to pledge a heart to a fugacious stone trying to force a hand into an ephermal sound no one wants to fade away ive tried to capture a true change ive tried to manage pieces obscure paths and bold statements traverse through centuries confied in whimsical plague Your contagious inure I want to bring about in you a melliflous love Burst forth in lands luminescent and redolent I will give you unto the shooting stars and wasted spaces Something that will always leave you faced with the inability to fade away one of opulent Petrichor that dissolves with the clouds
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
scent of sympathy
When I hold your hand I can see that I’m half. A half of a whole that’s much greater than I. Whenever we kiss, and our chemicals mix, Our atriums beat to harmonious sighs, Widened in eye with no how, what’s or why’s. Our love is an answer, a chance and a glance Of the fact that our lives can be more than survival. You, with your touch and your loves electricity. Fertile and fierce, you’re my warm neon rose. Vicious, your glows, which had soon overthrown The darkness and evil I trapped deep inside me. I can’t ignore it, my limerence foresaw, It’s orphic, and it knows that you are for me. Moulded by clay to a boring design, Potentially scraped from the factory floors. I’ve the conception that my own conception Was callous and fallow, lazy, fugacious, But mostly redundant, with one small exception; As all would have meaning if I could be yours. Caroline to Byron, Beatrice to Dante, A muse can induce art much greater than I. It’s quite right when I write I lose sight of sense, As when I write of you sense need not apply. My amorous love, my glamorous drug, My muse of all muses, my honey soaked hug.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
A Night on Acid, Thinking of You
Sometimes, for short fleeting moments I realize that I am nothing to others I mean nothing I am just an extra walking in the background A susurrous noise in a crowded store A fugacious penumbra in the window of a passing car A lighted window at dawn I realize that I am to them to these passerbys what they are to me Nothing But the moments are short and fleeting I quickly go back to my own selfish thoughts Its easier that way
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
I Am Gossamer
Evanescent moments occur Dwindling Fading You become less tangible When you beckon for me I cavort to your side The side of: Warmth Innocence Love The side where You read I listen only to fall into a serene slumber Where did you go? No longer can I doze without being frightened Where are you when the sun quiets? Who will save me from the silence? I cannot run My laces, uneasy Could you have tied my strings? I attempt to but, I am unable Helpless and needy Perhaps, if we had more time, I would have faith in my own knots But only you could untie those twisted painful knots! Perhaps, If we had more time, You could have taught me Not the art of you But the art of something permanent! I hold on to fugacious moments Only to realize, they are never held I hold on to you Only to realize, You are no longer there Senseless I lay there - yearning for a momentary release from my lacing
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Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Still Naive
Holiday cheer and hustle and bustle From Thanksgiving until Christmas Day. Running somewhat on autopilot… Sometimes longing to get away… Embracing the spirit of the holiday season, I hoped good tidings would stifle bad news. But now that Christmas is over, I am Stuck with the after-Christmas blues. Days have been for the most part sunny; Winters are mild in southern Cal. Holiday baking would have to be fruitful: Cookies and candy would boost my morale. The holiday sweets have all disappeared now. I didn't gain and I didn't lose. Fugacious pleasures have left, and now I'm Feeling the after-Christmas blues. Caught up in the holiday spirit, For a brief moment I thought there would be And end to lies, injustice, and hate… An end to all this insanity. But no, decorations merely Hide the truths that we can't excuse, And once again we hear the sounds That linger: the after-Christmas blues. Ah, but all things must pass, no? That is what I find myself saying. People will open their eyes and they Will see what the deeper truths are conveying. Change will come, so let's be hopeful. Let us all together refuse To be downhearted. Then we can say Goodbye to the after-Christmas blues. -by Bob B (12-30-18)
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
The After-Christmas Blues
Ive neglected you. Hiding soul from ashed excitement having once been a fierce blaze. But now I'm here... finding that highs are evanescent; a fugacious, dalliance. And i, the common denominator holding all these riddles where they lie, am simply trying to grasp this intangible beauty by strength of hand. Yet it is in fact something like fine sand. If you burn it too hot, it transforms into glass. Sharp Edgy Glass
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
All In Passing
Like a rabbit in headlights I am struck like lightning. I wasn't always - - Network me! Extend the tips of my hair into the soil like one thousand fingers reaching through to our common origin! Slap my still-life face into a mosaic of shutter photographs I am climaxing, summiting the sierras of shame and it feels like renewal Hurry - deposit my disgorge - I was dying already when we met. I am but shrieking in the Blitzkrieg - Sobrevivencia, my darling! **** on your sugared fingers and tell me, is it just as sweet? Implore your inspiration - Is it coffee coated cigarette coughs which smooth you down like honey whiskey on a cold day's egg yolk sunrise? There is immense power in desperation ---- But soft now. Speak to me And allow your disdainful demure words to germinate in my eardrums and - your mellifluous murmurings to effloresce in everlasting bloom - so I may lilt through the sumptuous wafture of the sea of our bloods, rendesvouzing in the surrepititious silence of the sempiternal with roses lissome and lithe encircling my head - Embrace me under this opulent eclipse, this ethereal moment of evanescence before The petals in my hair dissolve into diaphanousness and our bloods are beleaguered by our collective consciousness and we reach our denoument But allow us our fugacious, ineffable imbroglio - our labyrinthine link of amalgamation.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
What would it be like if you befriended yourself?
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," But people never speak of The part that says, "Nothing ventured, nothing lost," Which is much more important; A sentiment, a shield. Distant, detached, disengaged; Accoutrement to cope. In nature, fugacious. Human condition, fleeting; Faith fades like liquor, Or the last in the carton. Pen put to pages; All words have their place. Time now has come, To leave and move forward. One last drag, Before I go.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Before I Go
Inspired by the gleam in her eyes This love starts to grow, But this will sure be my demise. For the love has grown From a cub to a lion It has matured, But has not grown old Nor reached the golden years. This love is young This love is innocent Not yet convicted, For crimes it hasn't committed. This loves is not, A fugacious attempt for happiness It is a lion waiting to roar As cautious as a serpent, And innocent as a dove This love is mines, And I am yours
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
This love
She is the heroine of all tragedies The fugacious lady in red in every novel The vague 'her' in every volume of poetry.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Unlikely
My lone flower deep in the shadows, fugacious as she blossoms brings a spring scent to undivided existence forever, and ever 12/10/2015
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Forever & Ever
It is often the only way to clear out non-transient thoughts. The eviction makes room for the fugacious pleasures of life. Not easily applied with ink to paper.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
Ink to Paper
(Let's sojourn into nightmares...) She awakes, To the rays of the ghostly lamp, Conjured by thirsty thoughts, Burning to quench... She became prey to panic, Fear, screams, She was fractured, Into shards of paints... He; the ghost, Was an open portal, Ensorcelled by calls of scoundrels, Flaming in his mind... He growls, Breath of fire kindles his thirst, Tongue panting, Ready to devour... Wicked strokes amidst waterfall, Melting bullets in bumpy strides, Bursting fire on energy strings, And ghost elopes. Nightmares become daydreams, In fugacious moments, And this voyage of madness, Ends at the shore of regrets. #El_Magnifico™
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Trip
Mental round-about Self-esteem see-saw Innocent web search ‘Change core beliefs from childhood’ Google tells me it’s child’s play --- Welcome to the rest of your life The best of your life, your best of your life You are the author of your story Around the metaphorical turn, along the symbolic path, up the figurative stairs, you open your catachrestic mute eyes and deaf heart You are smarter, stronger, sightlier Socially appropriate, admissible, acceptable You have worth, hold worth, make worth Choose something new to believe in Start today, heart today Chart your way, heart your way Treat your limiting beliefs like thoughts Write your belief-thoughts down Be honest - no cheating You can’t fool your brain, so retool your brain Today’s lies make tomorrow’s whys Use your neuroplastic, elastic, synaptic retroactive, augmentative, cross-cognitive,   meta-thinking for better thinking Renew reckoned resilience Never say ‘no’ to anything again Bent grass that always bounces back Elephants, drought, and weeds Fugacious clouds in your sky Master of no-limit living You can cope with anything, everything, all things, unlimited (uncurbed, unchecked, unreasonable) You can do it, all up to you (Your responsibility, burden, fault) Coping, thriving, ruling (Your “no-one-should-have-to-live-like-this” life) --- Romanticised view Of self-thought-work road Not slides and swing sets But stepping slowly daily A journey in compassion Clear, kindly limits Held for shared welfare Outside-trap living Not shiny, crafty life-drain Growing into wiser eyes
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
Meta-thinking for better thinking
Mental round-about Self-esteem see-saw Innocent web search ‘Change core beliefs from childhood’ Google tells me it’s child’s play --- Welcome to the rest of your life The best of your life, your best of your life You are the author of your story Around the metaphorical turn, along the symbolic path, up the figurative stairs, you open your catachrestic mute eyes and deaf heart You are smarter, stronger, sightlier Socially appropriate, admissible, acceptable You have worth, hold worth, make worth Choose something new to believe in Start today, heart today Chart your way, heart your way Treat your limiting beliefs like thoughts Write your belief-thoughts down Be honest - no cheating You can’t fool your brain, so retool your brain Today’s lies make tomorrow’s whys Use your neuroplastic, elastic, synaptic retroactive, augmentative, cross-cognitive,   meta-thinking for better thinking Renew reckoned resilience Never say ‘no’ to anything again Bent grass that always bounces back Elephants, drought, and weeds Fugacious clouds in your sky Master of no-limit living You can cope with anything, everything, all things, unlimited (uncurbed, unchecked, unreasonable) You can do it, all up to you (Your responsibility, burden, fault) Coping, thriving, ruling (Your “no-one-should-have-to-live-like-this” life) --- Romanticised view Of self-thought-work road Not slides and swing sets But stepping slowly daily A journey in compassion Clear, kindly limits Held for shared welfare Outside-trap living Not shiny, crafty life-drain Growing into wiser eyes
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lipstick stains and beyond at the backseat and all over my brain i missed the tears under the covers disappearing like little favours leave me alone i will close that track cross the threshold and mind the gap i vied for this this vile acridity this insane stupidity and i believe in the reverse of sense hoping tragedies like a sceptical god a symphony like sweet medicines to kick in when the lights rage in blood forget about me now my floral imprints blossoming on skin pretty in red and pink are nothing but butterfly memories fleeting and fugacious as cold as your kiss hug that jacket tighter and close both eyes the walk is shorter than this long drive but if your lips bruise or your fingers tire from singing back dear, i’ll douse the fire my gasoline’s empty and i’m almost out this is all falling apart so hold your mouth and when everything fades out slowly to music and black as you forget to listen you will find that i wiped away all of the evidence, and the lipstick stains are missing.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
lipstick stains and gasoline brains
Beauteous clouds hang upon the sinking deep,     Ineffably in coats with no stain upon ‘em seen. Susurrus zephyrs evermore chime and sweep,   Through leaves bedight in hues of golden green. Susurrus leaves rhythmically sway and sway      To the susurration of the wild blue yonder. Fugacious clouds enrich every fading day      In opalescent hues upon heaven’s shore. Salubrious flowers waft ethereal scent upon air,   A scent of Elysium on earth, a scent of loveliness. Lugubrious seas call it a soothing balm so fair,   And softly whisper comely olden tales of the seas. Splendiferous olden golden hills roll evermore,   Wanderin’ olden rills peregrinate here and there, Whilst whisperin’ euphonious murmurs of yore;   Such—such mellifluous music unto a naked ear. In the emerald state, upon every river bank    There groweth exquisite merry flowers of gold, All flowers of novelty beauty—all wild and rank.   In the emerald state—pulchritude is all to behold. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Evergreen State, August 16th 2020.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Ode Unto The Evergreen State