Serene, you say
and touch upon
your spinning wheel
earthly orb round aglow
with yellows
the arrow shows
blues and all its complimenting
hues of pure and azure
blending in
I do not know
as far as colors go,
what on earth you mean
when you say green...
olive
raw
new
wild
moldy
lush
envy
nausea
verdant
toads
vomit
cashola
chlorophyll
dragons
aliens
aliens
pesto
eco-friendly
army
grass
gems
under a green light
asking me to go,
rejected and moving on
a blur, recycled back into
the landscape accepting all
applications of green and
its basic redundancies, likeness
bordering on biopic multiplicity.
Composed 11/3/15.
Image by Vincent van Gogh, Green Field (1889), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
