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Click hereIt is the season of hayfields
raked and turned.
We pray for rain,
we pray for drying days
and raise our faces to to praise
purple mulberries
that fall ripe into our hands.
Feet not yet summer tough,
I walk cautiously to meet you
on stained heels
and stubbed toes.
From the spring
we catch cold water
that seeps through rock
and exchange the fruits of the season.
You feed me samples
with raspberry red fingers
that linger on my tongue
with the seduction of salt.
Even the longest day of summer
passes too quickly
and soon it will be apples we bring,
bartering yellows for pinks
in baskets by the spring.
The moon heavy with the harvest
will walk us home.
I agree with 1201 on this one. It is very nice, but I prefer it when you lead me to places that I never imagined going to before.
that isn't cute, clever, or cliche-ridden. I walked the walk with you, and it was relaxing! Thank you for this!
When I was a child my mother had a wallpaper which illustrated scenes of Arcadian bliss.I'll have to apologise because my memory of those images is getting in the way of appreciating your poem which triggered something I had totally forgotten.Sorry!
When I was a child my mother had a wallpaper which illustrated scenes of Arcadian bliss.I'll have to apologise because my memory of those images is getting in the way of appreciating your poem which triggered something I had totally forgotten.Sorry!
this looks like a "poets walk"; a workshop piece, pleasent and not offensive, rife with near cliches.
the moon of harvest, the dreaded "salt".
But it has a nice underlying theme of contrasts
We pray for rain,
we pray for drying days
Even the longest day of summer
passes too quickly
and the allusions to spring and fall
You poem immediately brought to mind Grant Wood's painting, American Gothic. Maybe it's just me but conjuring up a persons bank of images and creating new ones shows the poem is working.
b'brig
Flows like a mountain stream on its way to me. A read
that makes one smile. sand
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I should never post poems past midnight. I make changes in the window and then fuck it up. thanks for pointing it out.
~anna