We steadfast nouns supposedly dwell in a scientific watery world of wriggling verbs
where nothing is solid and where we shouldn’t exist
where movements as all cigarettesmokespacetime are perpetually changing
as silky smooth adjectives write themselves and bring you to their list
Here and there adverbs endlessly and wholeheartedly played
Said I: “My nominative singular pronoun was bound to go bust”
Through the looking glass, prepositional phrases swayed like beautiful flowers
In a verb-oriented cosmic movement: nouns and this self… inevitably turning to rust
Say they syntax matters a lot of a whole hell
We’ve got free will alright; you can bet all of your relatives’ ingrained conditioning on that
And we’ve enough determiners to keep these phantasmagoric choices exceptionally happy
But when nouns become old-fashioned, you’ll have to give up your hat
Eternally flowing. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Eternally flowing. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
My Blog primarily consists of close-up nature photos (that I've taken locally) combined with original holistic-truth oriented prose and/or poetry involving mindfulness/awareness. I love nature and I love understanding the whole (not merely the parts and the details). I'm a retired teacher of the multiply handicapped.
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Cool! Hahaha ! I love your sense of humor.
The loss of self means that nouns become old-fashioned. What a wonderful way to express this.
Thanks, Karin! 🙂 It’s so good that you are appreciative of the humor!
Yes, we need to both psychologically and linguistically evolve (to go beyond images of self and nouns).
Nicely written poem 🙂
And I like how the flowers seem to turn into butterflies in the second photo 🙂
Thank you, Sci! I like the natural and the digital (second) photo equally.
So glad you perceive it, dsc! 🙂
fantastic and intelligent as ever, Thomas. Have a nice day, regards Mitza
Thank you, Mitza! Keep painting and sharing your wonderful art! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
it sound little bit like simple brain of monkey & brain of tom think nouns mask processes. that what monkey anyway think.
Monkey right! 🙂
(No more monkey-wrenches!)
You definitely have a way with words Tom, great shots. Have a lovely weekend.
I hope so, Karen! Thank you! 🙂
Brilliant, Tom! Flowers are turning into butterflies, love it! 🙂
In real life, flowers do turn into butterflies. The nectar energy from the flowers turns into butterfly beauty and strength. 🙂
Hey, in 1942, Johnny Mercer wrote the lyrics to a Jerome Kern tune, “I’m Old Fashioned.” Here’s a teaser to entice you to check it out!
Nouns, pronouns, I’s and so on will live on…
“I’m old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things”
I love old fashioned things too, but there is a time for seeing with more clarity and insight… and that’s where silence and verbs come in!
beginning to understand
what flowers say
when they say
They speak volumes to butterflies and bees! 🙂