As I sit defiant but silent,
Rant soft at the immodest,
Discard my real true self,
Me, a human on market shelf,
I stare at brown, tall, hills,
At sympathetic sparrows on sills,
Like them, I seek profound solace,
In some mystic evasive peace,
Beyond the lagged frustration,
Of unwound, fangless, passion,
Seeking rainbows in cloudless skies,
Breathe kiln air through vaporous flues,
Which relaxes my bones quite dry,
To recall what I learnt, I try.
Breathe kiln air through vaporous flues,
Wow. Where did that come from?
Thank You Sherri…I grew up among brick and tile kilns…
My dad was a salesman for a family-owned and run brick and clay company. I remember the kilns vividly.
My dad had a small factory that went broke … i used to look after the kilns for him durinng vacations…we have so much in common Sherri
Wonderful!…So beautifully written…::-) .Thank you ecofinanalysis…:: 🙂
Thank You Leila
I love the way nature permeates your thoughts in this one, the description of the sparrow in particular, stands out for me. 🙂
Thank you so much, mskatykins,
You are very welcome. I love reading your writing. 🙂