IN PRAISE OF INSTA

Oct 14 In Praise of Insta friends’ gardens

a rose

a tulip

spray of lilac

autumn leaves of burnished gold

now falling

and renewed

with green

first beans and lettuce

jasmine trellis

an infinite variety

of waves

and sand

and sky-splashed sunsets

of da Vinci clouds

and Botticelli shells

a strand of particularly pretty

kelp

we are making art

from nature

with our phones

and it cheers the hearts

of those of us

banged up

within the harsh 5k

a kind of getaway

to see

the floral landscape

of another place

not far

from where we are

north and south of river

suburban panorama

I don’t need no

pouty selfies

no ‘I woz here with

him and her’ shots

give me your thyme

your daphne and your fuchsia

blue shadows across wood

a certain angle

of a roof

a forest stroll

a grassy knoll

tree soaked lakes

a bird

a feather

vintage vase on cloth

surf pounding

on old rocks

to soothe the stale

confined soul

of home

and thereby open up

mine eyes

to all the tiny beauty

and great wonder

earth enfolds.




See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

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