Perhaps when we finally see
there is no point to making things
look any better than they are,
then whatever friction
we’ve found in the world
is met with rose oil
and the great heavy gears
cease to grind
and spin with silent ease.
The only sustainable plots
are the ones no one has planted—
ones in which flowers, grasses and trees
rise up on their own.
They know when to sprout,
when to bloom, when to seed.
This is beautiful! I love it =)
Hey, thank you it was quite beautiful as it happened, too, the revelation, I mean the world is fully moving into spring all around me, and I couldn¹t help but feel as if there was a spring happening inside, too. r
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I think this is an anti-steam-punk poem :-), at least so far as I understand steam punk, and SP probably has nothing to do with it for your POV. The rose oil is the touch that turns the heavy gears into an earthly surprise. And again, I like how the title joins the poem so naturally.
Jeepers, I have never heard of steam punk. What am I missing out on?
Wearing rose oil even this very minute it does have a way of helping just about everything.
Xo r
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Here’s a link to steampunk, at the risk that it confuses more than clarifies, but still, I see your poem as a rebellion against the mechanical, technical side of the genre, a reinvention and invitation to the natural. And funny about that rose oil: it works in the poem too as the lubricant to the earth, not the gears. :>)
http://www.steampunk.com/what-is-steampunk/
I’m thinking about sustainable plots—both planted and hatched. I’m tickled that this coming-together occurred while crossing a divide.
It was magical, really that¹s why I had to make it the title. Sometimes you just can¹t make the stuff up gosh I love the real world
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