My Clandestine Xeriscape Poem by Ryan John Payne
My Clandestine Xeriscape
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.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hymn,nature,purple
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I like to use unusual words as I paint with words. I provided definitions for these below for the reader's convenience.
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.
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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