The Conditioned World

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The Conditioned World

They open their eyes and the hot sun enters
Sepals, petals, calyx, core
Each a perfect engine of its purpose
Under skies which are loyal royal blue
Magic window, birds fly past

The curtains are painted but I think it will last
When the white wings wheel and turn
Blacken in shadow against red walls
I discover certain things; I am all folly
Thinking is a silky veiling

oh

Bones of flowers
In a broken vase.

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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2 Responses to The Conditioned World

  1. Pingback: The Conditioned World | Veronica Aldous – Poetry and Art

  2. Bart Wolffe says:

    Such an ending! Real light and shade here, like the English weather, it turns without warning! Really powerful writing.

    Liked by 1 person

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