Sometimes luxury
is as simple as a window
with green outside
i look past the couch
to the many-tinctured leaves
and am grateful
and i realize
that greenery (plant-life)
is not incidental
or purely aesthetic
it doesn't have to be scientific
or environmental
it is eye-medicine
as well as ALL those other things
it is why IKEA
peoples their displays
with trailing plants
(even if they are plastic)
and it's why new suburbs
feel painful to me
like the raw injured earth
is crying from the push
of jagged buildings
and like roads are the black
of creeping death.
It is why my daily walks
populate my phone
with the same kinds
of pictures every time.
Green is my peace
my breath, my blanket,
my smile, my pillow...
my good night's sleep.
a lovely ode to ‘Green’ ; you may recall I wrote one earlier with the imaginative title ‘Green’ π
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Yes I remember it. π I almost called this Green and then decided to pick up a line from the poem.
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it was a good move: we can’t have two poems with the same unimaginative title π
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Oh yes, I feel your sentiments here! The final stanza is the perfect ending π
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Thank you! βΊοΈ
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A lovely poem.
With our current lock-down we have had to rely on lots of green eye medicine.
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Oh yes. We Aussies are so spoiled.
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Victoria back in lock down though. Hope it’s not for too long!
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π€π€
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