Love To Watch Nature As It Is.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Summer supremacist,
autumnal aspirations
winter warming and
spring senses.

In spring there will be no celebrations
zombie-like people are walking

None of these deads-alive
no men would talk to me, even their wife

My legs are proud to bear me
their un-rhyming details, perhaps
my hips were slenderly formed
walking was no problem,
bit imbalanced, perhaps

These legs would bring me fame
oft prohibited by beloved mum
now I never hide them,
never show them either.

Oft wandering seeking the
sound of silence
through thoughts traveling
amidst the green forests wild
and the emerald sea so mild.
In spring there will be no celebrations
zombie-like people will make place
for aliens from outer space

most beautiful when you can catch
for no meterby a lace....
your own shoelace....

photograpghy by Sylvia Frances Chan "Doetinchem's SummerDusk"

© Sylvia Frances Chan
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AD. Friday the 5th of January 2018
@13.54 hrs.P.M. West-European Time