Simplicity is our beauty
replication our only duty
It is by folding that we dine
feeding on what you call your mind.
Scrapie and Kuru are the marks of our feasts,
We are tiny, tiny units, not felt to be beasts.
And most precious is the way we spread:
when you eat another animal’s head.
— by Sabio Lantz, March 2017
Prompt: Romance era poetry, a reaction to the falsely felt sterility of the Enlightenment period, still haunts many poets even today who write with gushy feelings, idealization of nature and optimistic idealism. Today, at d’Verse Poets, we are asked to “write a poem from the perspective of one of nature’s gifts…a tree a wildflower, a leaf in the wind or even through the eyes of a wise old owl.” I wonder how many poets on this prompt will be romantic about nature – I’ll take a tally and report in the comments. Nature is neutral: full of ugliness, beauty, danger, pleasure, pain, fear, horror and wonder. With all that complexity, why try to romantically simplify her?