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earth tones

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i'm uncomfortable
around nattering
restlessness
deafened
by the frenetic buzz 
of earth movers
and universe shakers


i do not blend well into
the mandatory neon light
and i prefer the robust charm
of root vegetables
over clever 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 

the persistence of need
i believe in the dedication of want

Rene ~ 2013

Comments

  1. nattering.... buzz.... mandatory....concoctions.... Those were the best parts.

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    1. i've always been kinda partial to frenetic. Thanks for reading and liking those particular words.

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  2. Lovely, Rene - especially the preference for whole food over concoctions created by chemists.

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  3. ah good old common sense over inanity. Well done!

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  4. Give me a root crop and I'm happy too...

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  5. Love the earthly tones specially the last verse ~

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  6. so in-tuned with the earth...such lovely passages!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  7. Couldn't agree more with your first stanza... :)

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  8. I like this warm amd beneficient being ....

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  9. "nattering restlesness" I think that's my new favorite turn of phrase. Brilliant as always.

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  10. "Chemists in chefs clothing"...what a gem! Good to be down to earth!

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  11. Oh quite excellent - wonderful word and phrase choices - love it!
    Anna :o]

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