Hey...You! (I.P.)

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 07 Oct 2012

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16 comments

Listen, if you will;
hear the lapwing sing
its own sweet elegy,
and see a pipit...
flying low, flying wide –

dive, into a rippling sea
of rolled gold – fringed
with silver bearded sheaths
of corn-cobs soughing
like tinsel in the wind.

Relive, reconsider
at your leisure, naturally,
the shivering of shadows
coruscates these hills.

So stop...look, listen,
if you will; you monster
of a big, yellow digger.

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Silver Spun Sand Poems

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Comments

Well what a beautiful poem

Permalink Submitted by Dark Fox on Sun, 2012-10-07 06:02

Well what a beautiful poem with a twist. I love the last two lines. Not been around much but missed your lovely way with words. Write again soon. Dark Fox

Kayleigh Nichols

Thanks, Dark Fox;-) Good to

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 07:32

Thanks, Dark Fox;-) Good to hear from you. Tina

Gosh, thanks, bear;-) And go

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 08:55

Gosh, thanks, bear;-) And go ahead, why don't you? I think we could all bear it, bear...even on a Sunday morning;-) Tina

and see a pipit... What I

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Sun, 2012-10-07 10:39

and see a pipit... What I liked best about this one, Tina is the mention of pipit. Haven't heard that word to describe wagtails and their genus for years. A lot of our vocabulary is getting replaced with really descriptive words like Innit and the like. Didn't see the ending coming. Lovely.

Thanks, Sooz. Pleased you

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 11:36

Thanks, Sooz. Pleased you enjoyed. Tina

Very clever poem Tina and

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Sun, 2012-10-07 16:28

Very clever poem Tina and never saw the ending coming. Jenny.

Thanks, Jenny;-) Pleased

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 17:28

Thanks, Jenny;-) Pleased you liked. Tina;-)

Hi Tina. Just sent me

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Sun, 2012-10-07 21:42

Hi Tina. Just sent me rushing to the dictionary. A lovely poem on nature / environment (again - you have such a talent for that). Can see you shaking your fist at the JCB in the final stanza. Great.

Parson Thru

Thanks, PT. You never said

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 22:14

Thanks, PT. You never said a truer word...especially when it's just over one's garden fence.

Very enjoyable again, Tina,

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Sun, 2012-10-07 21:50

Very enjoyable again, Tina, and lovely description especially in the second stanza. Really refreshing. This somehow captures the scene, even if it were destroyed. Thank you, Rhiannon

Thanks, Rhiannon. Very much

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2012-10-07 22:14

Thanks, Rhiannon. Very much appreciated. Tina

Brought us up with a thump

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Mon, 2012-10-08 14:26

Brought us up with a thump at the end Tina. A dreadful reminder of the erosion of our countryside under the spurious auspices of 'progress'.

Thanks, scratch. You got it

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Mon, 2012-10-08 15:11

Thanks, scratch. You got it in one, as they say. Tina

Thanks, Nathan;-) You words

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Wed, 2012-10-10 18:57

Thanks, Nathan;-) You words very much appreciated and I am pleased you enjoyed it so much. Tina

Hello Tina, You've done it

Permalink Submitted by Denzella on Thu, 2012-10-11 17:37

Hello Tina, You've done it again and it's beautiful AGAIN! I might one day master rhyme but I will never be able to write in images as you do. So, I best just start the engine up again these JCB's are too expensive to stand idle while I listen to lapwings. It was a wonderful read as usual, Tina. Moya

Hi there, Moya...speaking of

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-10-11 18:47

Hi there, Moya...speaking of JCBs, or 'big yellow monsters', as I 'affectionately' call them, I am rather pleased to say that today our neighbours have decided not to play with theirs whilst they dig out the foundations for a new garage. I must admit never to have had a liking for the beasts, but when one demolished our garden fence, along with their old garage about two weeks ago now, I began to hate them. Fence is all mended now, I might add, but our next door neighbours are five hundred quid worse off. I would feel a bit sorry for them, except for the fact they were doing the demolishing bit in the pitch dark...apart from the digger's headlights of course. Hence the inspiration for this poem, by the way. Thanks for reading my little ditty, and by the way, your poetry is certainly coming along in leaps and bounds;-) Tina