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viridian (the green goes on forever)
by Richard Paez
it could be beautiful
down here in the green
i could plant myself here
{if not for the litter}
under the wounded
brush and shadow
of this river-cut glen
where roots and paths
lay bare and un-shamed
i could find peace
{if not for the traffic}
under the wounded
architecture of leaves
i could be fluid
{and reptile}
again
how to grow this
out of human terms?
how to express this,
the coming of the ants,
the vermilion swarming
under twigs and vines?
surrounded like this
down here in viridian
i can almost pretend
that the green goes on
i can almost pretend
that the green goes on
{forever} 09/13/2003 Author's Note:
I am aching tired of humanity.
Posted on 09/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/13/03 at 09:29 PM Some times you just have to forget all your human concerns... reverting to an earlier form is probably the best solution. (certainly not easiest, though ;) ) I really like this. Especially how during a more thoughtful part, it snaps back to reality (if not for the litter, if not for the traffic) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/13/03 at 10:32 PM Kermitian poetry, malachi. It does go on forever, as evidenced by your emerald cut poem. I especially like the way you tour the reader through life in a vegetative state. Stylish stuff, brother.
Peace... |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/18/03 at 08:52 AM Pretending an endlessly green world continues to prove to be a useful mental skill, as all those viridian places become tiny patchworks across the land. A truly fascinating and beautiful way to look at our lost world. |
| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 09/22/03 at 02:57 AM so, so beautiful i can barely stand it. "how to grow this" is wonderful. thank you. |
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