The Still

Mellow and hushed,
Deafening silence awakens the shadows
That play with the peridot prairie.
The zephyr,
Invigorated by a lavender haze,
Soothes the watchful eye of a nearby seed;
Captured by a feather parachute
That drifts with the ever changing
Pitch and tone
Of billowing limbs.
Rhythm and rhyme:
A cacophonous composition;
Ubiquitous discord;
An entrancing rhapsody
Of perfect dissonance.
Petals, like poppy seeds,
Sprinkle the sod with staccatos.
The valley of the vernacular,
Encapsulated with verbose vigor;
Ineffable,
Though impervious,
To obstinate ears.

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

I love your word choices. It cherish the merits of vocabulary. Not the use of big words but the ability to put them to use in meaningful, passionate , and useful ways. This poem absolutely fascinated me. Nature is sublime. This poem is heavenly. Thank you for posting this. I am glad I stopped by to read it. Keep developing your talents and you will go places.

[Levi Levin]

A great poem about nature. The words were a bit over my head but I got it I think. Great job!

[WoodenChair]

oh yes oh yes oh yes! oh yes!