every chance comes by
I wander down to the river
nature is where I discover
i'm patiently waiting for my
free .. unobstructed thoughts
pinned ever so deep
desperately needing
crying to be released
there .. i'm calmly greeted
on the earthy .. mud banks
a fresh cream white flower
is uninhibitedly opened
effusively basking
in partial morning sun
cool semi shade
it has a unique shape
resembling a trumpet
though silence exists
the content lone flower
exudes joyous life
a distance from the city
all is quite opposite
an unannounced formation
hard concrete .. cold steel
private soliloquy
an artist's epiphany
a visualist with few paints
dull gray .. black and white
rainbows come and go quickly
merely leaving a scant memory
pondering these many thoughts
my burning hot feet .. already slipped
into the river's deep .. cool silky mud
it's at this moment I wake .. sense
she's the most beautiful flower
Copyright @ August 2014
StandingBear
