The InvasionA Poem by kdpgrahiSpring winked a vitreous optic , and deflected me from my course. when my feet became entangled in the lure of the vernal coquette. safely forded the spring freshet of colours The lenient air and the settings almost formed a pastoral; the presiding shade at the creation of man and vegetation. The callow grass between the walks was the color of verdigris, a poisonous green, reminiscent of the horde of derelict humans that had breathed upon the soil during the summer . The bursting tree buds looked strangely familiar to those who had botanized among the garnishing of the fish course of a forty-cent dinner. The sky above was of that pale aquamarine tint that ballroom poets rhyme with "true" and "Sue" " The one natural and frank color visible was the ostensible green of the newly painted benches a shade between the color of a pickled cucumber and that of a last year's fast-black cavernous raincoat. But, to the city-bred eye of passengers, the landscape appeared a masterpiece.
And now, whether you are of those who rush in, or of the gentle concourse that fears to tread, you must follow in a brief invasion of your benign mind.
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8 Reviews Added on December 12, 2011 Last Updated on December 12, 2011 AuthorkdpgrahiAboutI am over all a down to earth person. I always seek to find the truth. Truth is the elixir of life. My writings are occasional, odd and unorganized. Simply random. more..Writing
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