© Shainbird

Like pastures, dreams
Clothe first nakedness
Floating fresh, crashing
Into stagnation, rotted
By conformity, to be
Preserved in heaven
Steeped in chlorophyll
Without regulation, pride
Tested by way of pills
And bills, greed turns
Faces, lights shine to go
Yet slow at inexperience
Earthlings ill, sequestered
From Martians, transparency
Between sky and sun
Bleeding pastures dry.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Note: The is for Sahm’s Monday Poetry Prompt #24: Color Blind at BWP and B&W Fridays inspired by Oloriel. 


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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11 Responses to Pastures

  1. Pingback: Monday Poetry Prompt #24 Results! | wdbwp

  2. Jeff Nguyen says:

    Superb verse and photography…now you’re just showing off. 😉

  3. WOW Shainbird! The imagery is so crystal clear. For some reason, this resonates with me in more ways than one. I actually feel this.

    Thank you so very much for sharing! I absolutely love it!

  4. Bastet says:

    great imagery…I like the say it sings.

  5. Cubby says:

    Love the internal rhymes. Expertly crafted poem. Love it! 🙂

  6. Beautiful and I think the photograph really matches your writing.

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