Ryan John Payne
My Clandestine Xeriscape - Poem by Ryan John Payne
Neither did I fret nor was I grim
When, with words, I tried to limn
Insolent adjectives oddly phrased
In my mind's clandestine xeriscape.
Nevertheless, I did forage through,
Rearranged predicates gone askew,
My lexicon of utterances renewed,
Purple vernacular meant to amuse.
Stanzas rain down and nothing dim:
A xerothermic page is now a hymn.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
1. TO LIMN: to draw, paint, outline, or describe.
2. XERISCAPE: environmental design of residential and park land using various methods for minimizing the need for water use.
3. XEROTHERMIC: of or relating to the condition of being dry and hot.
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