The Day the Nuts FellA Poem by WolfwindIt is of no merriment that there are those unleavened souls Constantly miscalculating massive molds of their own self vanity For the world’s provocation can’t bring itself to hazard any bets No sweat either for the ego mannerisms bold set forth in a hue Showing that only a Greek might make a whole in one better Tempers likened to inconsiderate children flow forth Giving the light to shine brightly upon intense lack of grey matter Never does the uncanny, seem to arrest the unseen realities With or with all the latent sub flows of a master crafted parable The grass doesn’t need to grow greener, if the water is blue Thus relatively suggesting that someplace else may have existed Was at last point disinterested upon the eyes of a foamy sheep Earthly speaking the dirt slipped and the tree fell heavily No one heard the event because no one was trying to listen So sad, too bad, most ended up wearing glue and black feathers Now on the highly materialized edge of a whistle with a dip The flawed intimated that flesh was cheaply to discard The mind, a defiantly twisting inward spiraling gravestone Under no circumstances did the gray wheels of necessity come too bare And into the bog of frosted mini-falsities did it land, no echo Coming full circle to the hue that rued all mass hysteria with angst The knot had been already tied to succinctly tight and was doomed Lack of intuitive threads on a coat of disdain and fear was to blame A young rainbow shuddered that thought, a cloud spilled its beans The nuts fell out of their shells and the tree went stage left The was that, the show was over And the Oak was smarter for it © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
216 Views
3 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on January 24, 2013Last Updated on January 24, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
|