Monument to Folly

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ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION
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MONUMENT TO FOLLY.

The statue of a weeping woman,

 Clutching the earth,

Part of it,

Overgrown by it.

A monument supine.

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Monuments stand.

They tower,

They impose,

 They are larger than life.

They spread wings,

Raise hooves,

Express power, triumph and glory.

Even in death.

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This monument has lost the will to stand.

She is not triumphant.

She is cowed,

She is broken-hearted,

She is laid low

By her enemies.

Us.

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For this is Mother Nature.

We have brought her to this.

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COLOURS

Someone posted this little bird
And before I'd even read a word
I was drawn to these gentle hues;
Maybe not ones Gauguin would choose
But 'I like the colours'. Yes, she said it.
It hadn't loaded when I read it.
As the picture moved on down
I was surprised to see just brown!
I had expected something bright,
Some yellow, red or green delight,
Something to flash and flare and flurry,
Something to grab me in a hurry.
Something to jangle and distract,
Something vivid, action-packed.
She mentioned 'colour', I thought 'paint',
Something wild, without restraint.
Then, when I saw this little fellow,
With his feathers mild and mellow,
With that gentle, autumn brown,
With that snowy touch of down,
I thought 'Here is subtlety.'
I 'liked his colours', as did she.
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