Still Life Poem by Kay Bressner
Still Life
I sit atop the hill;
watch time standing still,
jade leaves drift by
Lemon green light,
brilliant dark,
malachite butterflies
Flat grass blending with
black raspberry lake,
suspended
Pretty turquoise clouds;
I sit on the crest of a current
amidst a loving triangle
Of sky, water and land;
heavens, earth
and spirit grand
Listening to the subtle
ping, ping percussion
of angels and birds.
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4/23/2024 3:02:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lulling but moreso nauseating.