Original piece. Acrylic on 16x20 canvas, 'The Wilderness' series.
It is but civil.
Scattered trees whose nails are painted in rose buds and thorns
Waving inside the lofty breath of rushed and waited wind.
Quiet, its weathered lids, canopies above
your quick-flirting eyes.
You cannot woo it, even should you try.
For it is the wild that drowns unmerciful structures.
It doe not speak through electrical wires & erect thumbs;
Nor does deal in self-devouring gold.
Crowned in the mirth of a quintessential performance,
As the rivers do not mind you, or me.
Above we see mere clutter, but below,
Below its all one grand parade.
Organized, processions of apple roots, warm clay and leaves, as emerald as eyes,
journeying to drink beneath sun-bathing water lilies.
This rivers skin, reflective and teary eyed, like bottled wine drunk on light,
it absorbs EVERYTHING.
THIS is my wilderness!
Mad, its barks reveals its pouting veins buried beneath wrinkled moss.
Its ceremonial quirks, and exiled sounds,
They twirl and turn and take me.
Somehow transforming corrosive syllables into brilliant, soundless, swishing waves.
Here, one has not a choice but to listen & behave."
ACRYLIC on Canvas . ♡ Original piece ( © 2017 Magnolia HL ) ☆
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