Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Grass Green

The dulcet green grass waves,
billows as a sheet,
A sheet upon a wave,
the wave around a ship,
the waves of grass all sway and wave--undulate,
dulcet as the tone, dropping their guard,
their dusty brilliant sheen, the sharply dropping green,
and glossy wave and shimmering slender
dulcet green stalks as shining dust,
struck by light in rays, particles, waves,
and the roots stuck sapping,
brown easy growth through the woody veins,
as a wave through a sea
through a ship
through a soul
through a dulcet field of billowing grass green.

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All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe