Gazebo
My precious gazebo rests
in the deep boscage
glowing white, pulsing slowly like
all things surrounding
its intricate trellis weaved like silk
on lace creating structure and
space, light as a feather
as if resting on a forgotten leaf, its halo hangs
held only by thought.
A nearby birch, abused by violent weather
exposes its naked brown skin
gently encasing pulsing life within
allowing shadows to rest where they may.
From a distance, Spanish moss drips
glistening
sacrificing what it can
to tickle the top of my small gazebo
just as sunlight peeks over the lilies
to shock the brook into
silent submission.
~Dara~
Gazebo (by Dara)
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Great imagery and feeling. I agree with MoonStone
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods." -Einstein
There are always facts, the best most of us can do is try to continuously adjust our opinions to become closer to those facts. For that, there is Science and Philosophy. One to argue facts and one to argue opinions. The result: The big bang is some sort of sexual innuendo resulting from your subconscious.
There are always facts, the best most of us can do is try to continuously adjust our opinions to become closer to those facts. For that, there is Science and Philosophy. One to argue facts and one to argue opinions. The result: The big bang is some sort of sexual innuendo resulting from your subconscious.