04-21-2015, 12:01 PM
Fleeting
Looking through the tinted glass, I see a field,
greener than green.
It seems so smooth, a carpet of moss.
Stopping my car, I get out.
I walk towards the field, but it flees from me,
no longer so green, no longer so smooth,
just weeds not yet grown.
Raising my head, I see a forest
of trees enshrouded by a gray mist
that softly stroke the trees like soft fingers,
and they live!
I run towards the forest,
but it flees and hides.
As I approach, I find that the
mist is no longer soft,
but cold and damp
and the radiance drains from the trees,
and they become dull and too real.
Erthona
Looking through the tinted glass, I see a field,
greener than green.
It seems so smooth, a carpet of moss.
Stopping my car, I get out.
I walk towards the field, but it flees from me,
no longer so green, no longer so smooth,
just weeds not yet grown.
Raising my head, I see a forest
of trees enshrouded by a gray mist
that softly stroke the trees like soft fingers,
and they live!
I run towards the forest,
but it flees and hides.
As I approach, I find that the
mist is no longer soft,
but cold and damp
and the radiance drains from the trees,
and they become dull and too real.
Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.