Poems: Elements

Mon, 01 Feb 1999 08:03:51 CST

Elements

washed in water, an impressionist painter, reflecting the world
soft blurred into forms and colors we can feel easy with,
to take as we will, and bend to our fancy,

tempered by fire, a furnace of passion, transforming the world
rending the forms and colors into heat and ash, fast gone
our choice is slim or none, we are swept up

in the wind, a reckless youth, sweeping flotsam from the world
carrying away what is loose, cleansing the pallet,
scouring the landscape, and renewing the soul

of the earth, a preserver of tradition, holding roots of the world.
So inhale that rich loamy odor, born of many, varied lives,
some long since past, still feeding the new

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