Waste Places by Ellen Marie Magee

The decision to be perfect,

should not be lightly taken,

For in order, form and function,

often whimsy is forsaken,

 

A heap, a clump, a rogue-ish  pile,

or any wayward place,

with golden hues and cornflower blues,

which reclaim unwanted space,

 

Sings a song more eloquent,

than any opus grand ,

In nature’s own arrangement,

beyond what we have planned.

 

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One Response to Waste Places by Ellen Marie Magee

  1. Debra Danz says:

    Graphic and eloquent, Ellen, you have such a flair for bringing words to life. Thanks for sharing.

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