Technology of such elegance and simplicity It escapes all notice Until you see it And seeing, need
Tag: very short
Microcosm Poem, Emptiness Poem
Under small mushrooms, A blade of grass Worker bees visit the clover Sunlight glints on dew This microcosm a universe Settling on the fungus’ shoulders Unsatisfied The silence of all day Perforated by pills and chasing goals One thing leads to another And all is accomplished (yet to what end?) And I am still alone