Immobile I stand, rooted to this spot
Like the high sentinels behind me
Caressed by spring, burnt under summer hot,
Shivering when winds start turning icy.
Unchanging, surrounded by change and growth
Bounded by a world pulsating with life
In the fragrant grass and soft brown earth, both
Hosts of tiny bustling insects are rife
A silent admirer, I stand stock still
Watching vivid butterflies in wonder
the sun rises from behind yonder hill
Sunflowers gaze in awe at its splendour
Entrenched in the earth I stand like the trees
The same size while they continue to grow
Envying their graceful dance in the breeze
Just cold stone with neither allure nor show
Inert I stand with longings to fly high
Or flit like dragonflies on lucent wings
To skim the water or soar to the sky
To know, thrill and freedom that flying brings
Author notes
I have chosen option 3
Written May 17th, 2005
A contest entry
- Options for unusual poetry by Alces Linguista.
300 points, ended June 4, 2005, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Photo Inspired (Rain, Love, Nature, Beaches, The Moon, Sunsets, etc....) by Sally the Ragdoll.
600 points, ended September 23, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Amazing imagery! This suits the photograph perfectly. Keep up the good work, and good luck in the contest!
-Sally -
very good
You know, while this is obviously option 3 - I would believe you if you told me it was option 5 as well, because your nature imagery is so vivid as well. I can totally imagine being a bench; I have to say I'm amazed at your creativity and ability to step out of the human body. -
Lol Reenie thanks for the much needed laugh
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I not so much paid attention to the changing in here , as I did to the portrayal of a bench having thoughts and feelings...I do believe my friend that the poet in you has gone completely whacko
but I love you anyway...and now I am going to hug a bench
xoxoxo
Reenie
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