grass/july
By Di_Hard
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Afternoon sun slants
ghosts of gold bars through
long shadow fingers.
Green lush labyrinth
layer on layer
reaches, welcomes light.
Stream's dark tongue slow seeks
down, seeps low, cleaving,
licks silt lips' stillness.
Rush spike minarets
peak airy cities;
grass seeds scintillate;
fountain plumes of grain
flock-soft on sweet stems
catch wind messages.
Two huge black beatles -
Life's convertibles -
armoured, airborne, tryst
wingbeats thrum silence,
speed hours into years.
Here Earth works, all things
strive, thrive together
with what's given free
while we think progress
is to take away -
all jobs soon no more
than grass stalks gathered
in a hand, with ease
let fall, loss unfelt.
A fly's gentle touch
values man as beast
for all blood is food
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Beautiful. This one would
Beautiful. This one would work particularly well spoken aloud too
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I imagined you lying looking
I imagined you lying looking in drowsy sunshine down through the grasses and leaves to the trickling stream in the first verse. And the contrast of the black beetles gave a good reading effect!
I suppose afterwards you are comparing the struggle-works of all in nature with humankind endeavouring to take the labour out of work but ending up with organised occupation for few, and many lacking the satisfaction of straightforward daily work?? Rhiannon
(by the way, re editing, I don't know if it's something you've thought about or not, but I generally save a piece as 'unpublished' first to have another look at it, and when [hopefully] satisfied, save it 'published'. It goes on the page for viewing at the time you first saved it, though unseen until you've 'published' it. I also still may have to further edit also!)
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So lovely. Some very
So lovely. Some very beautiful lines.
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Hello Di,
Hello Di,
I agree with insert, I could imagine you reading this poem to an audience, it has some great metaphors too, like:-
Stream's dark tongue slow seeks
down, seep low, cleaving,
licks silt lips' stillness.
Jenny.
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How about trying to do it on
How about trying to do it on Soundcloud and then put a link above the poem on here Di? Ewan and hudsonmoon both do this and it works out really well. You could have a whole load of tries wirhout anyone else around, so it might be easier? I could ask Ewan if you like, to write a short 'how to' - it might come in useful for lots of other people
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Great stuff, this, Di. Very
Great stuff, this, Di. Very spare and sensory, then a tweak of the emotions at the end. Just how it ought to be. Yes. All blood is food. Bang on. Top of the food chain? I don't think so.
Parson Thru
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This is our thought-provoking
This is our thought-provoking poem of the week, well done!
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I enjoyed the way the grass
I enjoyed the way the grass stalks run like threads through this poem and the way it highlights the complexities in nature which we take for granted every moment. Those black beetles appear this time of year don't they, incongruously huge and scrambling about, part of some multi-chaptered life cycle. I have been working in a garden centre and I must say the humidity this summer has been trying. I must get back into writing and reading....otherwise I will miss gems ike this.
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