We stay close
Bunched up
Grains of sand
On a lonely beach
It drives us mad
This closeness
Transforms us
To lash out
As rattler’s broods
The engine of progress
Its constant drone
Inescapable
Replaces
The music
Of a gentle brook
And the rustling
Of deer moving
Quietly through
Forest’s timberland
So confusing
This voice
That perpetually
Reminds
Of such lovely consciousness
Reminds
Of unknown places
Asking, begging
To be discovered
Diptych – (2) 12″x12″ oils on canvas
I’m sure there are places where the drone of freeways are non-existent.
Where the wind passing through the trees is an event.
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Beautiful artwork and poem. Love how you express the contrast between the calmnes of nature and the invasive “engine of progress”.
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Thank you, I have lived in or near big cities all of my life. I always find the idea of “escape-to-nature” to be an unnatural condition to be in.
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Yes, you are absolutely right. We are part of nature but we escape from it and then we need to escape to it.
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