Seven Instances of Of or The Beauty of Passivity

V3
Just a few mild revisions, reversions, and re-additions. I'm still considering the word choice and postitioning in lines 8 & 9
Japanese Beetles and Zen

It is a place of solitude.

I, alone in after-shower contemplation,
find stillness in the swirls of steam.
This is where the window is
through which I watch the clustered horde create.

They're oblivious of me, audience of one
enthralled with the beauty of metallic backs
bowed over the work of making lace
from the leaves of my lilies.

From here I see the final products:
delicate havoc,
negative space,
and the art of hunger.



V1
Japanese Beetles and Zen

It is a place of solitude,
I, alone with my after-shower nudity,
find stillness in the swirl of steam.
This is where the window is
through which I watch the clustered horde create.

They're oblivious of me, an audience of one
enthralled with the beauty of their metallic backs
bowed over the work of making lace
from the leaves of my lilies.

From this distance I can only imagine
that I see their final products:
delicate havoc,
the negative space of hunger,
and art.


V2
Japanese Beetles and Zen

It is a place of solitude.

I, alone in after-shower contemplation,
find stillness between swirls of steam.
This is where the window is
where I watch the clustered horde create.

They're oblivious of me, audience of one
enthralled with the beauty of metallic backs
bowed over the work of making lace
from the leaves of my lilies.

From here I see the final products:
delicate havoc,
negative space,
and the art of hunger.