i'm uncomfortable
with nattering restlessness
deafened
by the frenetic buzz
with nattering restlessness
deafened
by the frenetic buzz
of the movers
and the shakers
and the shakers
i do not blend well
into the neon light
and i prefer the rustic charm
of root vegetables
over concoctions whipped up
by chemists in chefs clothing
i am a child
of the green gold sod
a product of
a washerwoman's holiday
i understand need
i believe in want
and i prefer the rustic charm
of root vegetables
over concoctions whipped up
by chemists in chefs clothing
i am a child
of the green gold sod
a product of
a washerwoman's holiday
i understand need
i believe in want
Rene ~ 2013
and that sounds like the perfect place to be...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnother great one, Rene.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the most beautiful things in this world are the things most people never notice.
I want to be sleeping like a baby, on my mom's shoulder...or any shoulder for that matter.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Even God, Himself, was found in a gentle breeze -- not the burning bush! Amen, Rene!
ReplyDeleteRene~
ReplyDeleteI was always taught that "Shadows owe their births to the light" so you are indeed in good company.
you have eyes
ReplyDeleteYour words are always to be treasured! You are a "Thoreau!" Loved this! ~Janine XO
ReplyDeleteReally amazing. I love how you see the world. xo
ReplyDeleteTrying to get a little caught up, Rene. I hate to miss any of your posts. Simply beautiful... and profound. Love, Ginny
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, that is so incredible sweet. I love that Rene. It literally brings tears to my smiling eyes. Love how you ended it. you are amazing.
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