Here we have an autumn neatly dressed,
Fractured nature spread across the lines,
The nature poet, urban under stress
To see what changing foliage defines.
Stone and wood and green can make a poem,
And then the nature ends and he goes home.
Here we have an autumn neatly dressed,
Fractured nature spread across the lines,
The nature poet, urban under stress
To see what changing foliage defines.
Stone and wood and green can make a poem,
And then the nature ends and he goes home.
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almost successfully
Jack of all trades, striving for mastery in quite a few.
"The artist exists because the world is not perfect" - Andrei Tarkovsky
"Tis not too late to seek a newer world"
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Live, like the moment belongs to you
Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet and the follow up, Further Thoughts.
Learning Cultures by Traveling
a place for poetic-ish ramblings on life, love and happiness ♡
itwasinspiredbyaworld
Let your thoughts flow through words.
Subordination of the Poet – Concrete Jungle Edition. 🙂