Tropical rainbow fish mandala
Adorns the fine feathers the hummingbird Laps the sweet nectar i so long to sample
To void my pallet of these bitter memories and experiences.
I long to congregate with the flowers the purpose of pollen wings beating a thousand helicopter
Flits and flutters
The purpose it serves; supplemented by bats and bees
To provide pollination and render life from its sterile state. To join the symphony of nature
Like the bow of Anne Sophie Mutter
Concordance with purpose and preservation of life
But all I i feel is tuneless taughtness of over tightened strings
Wires made to dance, wires that wail and squeak
The simple tongue bow
Meets no nectar when I play the field of flowers welcomes not the caress of the destroyer
For that is how nature lauds us
Those who trample and picas opposed to propagate
Lonely in a field of vibrant hues
But seen as a chocking weed.
Nature sees only our destruction and grey, wingless forms
Trusted once to Icarus
Scorching where we tread
Detached and barren
Urban sprawl
Unable to stop and smell the redolent roses, tender tulips and wildflowers that dare show only moments before concealing from the hikers intrusive boot
Humanity has fallen to the point
That we no longer belong. The separation bleeds out in loneliness trapped in an incomprehensible-world
Unwelcome though we intrude
For sanity’s sake
But never can the nectar and rainbows be truly savoured
As we are lashed to a profoundly sick society and have adapted ourselves accordingly
In a sterile living and destructive death.
This is the plight of humanity.
