green
- abeadle
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 3 days ago
inspired by francisco garcia’s poem-
Romance Sonámbulo
'there is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them' frederico garcia lorca
honestly, to me, right now, i love this last writing..
not sure what that says about my writing 🤔😏
i feel like it holds so much
of who i am
right now
exploring the different shades
of green i suppose
the layers of roots
of holding and of exploration
.
of pain and of rage
of desire and of longing
.
of holding it all together
of over giving
and over sharing
.
..maybe, it’s all that hides
beneath and around the greens ....
.
i hope you enjoy it
sending lots of green love
xxx
green — everywhere
.
i look at green differently
these days —
there’s a deepness
to the green.
.
as if the colour feels
thicker — bolder — brighter.
.
rows of green,
amongst
rows of pretty white flowers.
.
they won’t last long,
i allow my eyes to drink them up,
sip on them slowly
.
not too slowly
the train moving on now…
.
green mobile homes
all fallen to pieces
.
a deep desire to
paint everything here,
give it a little bit of
freshness.
.
it wouldn’t suit
stand out like a sore thumb
.
the sun would come
that regular
hot-headed
relentless
unforgiving visitor…
.
chipping paint
burning leaves
and cracking plastic
.
hundreds of green bins
and thousands of
green leaves
.
clinging to dry branches
in a desperate attempt
to survive
.
the dry, dusty earth
moves past me
.
five americans board
laden down, with
coffee + beer
covered in cork
.
cork purses
cork belts
cork hats
.
one lady rebelling,
opting out of cork
wearing a large
colourful
floppy hat
covered in
bob marley images
.
large glasses
large jewellery
large voices
.
they make me feel
largely cheerful
.
thin horses feeding
from green
plastic crates
.
dusty pink walls
topped with green heads
of spiky hair
.
nature’s softer version
of the punk
dry lifeless green
stripped of brilliance
stripped of light
⸻
the journey home…
.
three english ladies
board
.
a cheerful lightness
.
flowery dresses
big smiles
strappy sandals
.
looking out the window
pointing
all very intellectual
.
most probably
only discussing the weather,
or perhaps whether the homes need a lack of paint
.just to give them,
that
little bit of freshness
..that wouldn’t last long ..
.
and the train moves on…
and on… and on… 🚂🚂🚂
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