Minutiae
By Silver Spun Sand
Fri, 17 Jun 2011
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A meadow of melon-yellow rape,
and a day-time moon –
lolling, lazily on its back...
mop-capped peonies
sated with midnight rain, shyly,
hide their faces
a blush-cheeked dawn
frowns down on the pouting
mouths of rag-torn clouds
a patchwork of fields
sags with the weight of liquid gold –
shimmering in the wind.
Lodged...midway between
a headboard and a dream, changes
my perception of things
as he wakes me with his crying...
a milky yawn, and a yell – bigger
than he is...
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than he his.' bigger than he
than he his.' bigger than he is (instead of his?)
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Yes beautiful- such rich
Yes beautiful- such rich imagery- so fulfilling.
;)Pia
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I agree with the above
I agree with the above comments, extremely beautiful and great imagery!
Beeme xx
k.
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That last stanza pretty much
That last stanza pretty much pulls everything that precedes into sharp focus - a potpourri of beautiful thoughts and sentiments.
barryj1
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descriptive as always Tina,
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
descriptive as always Tina, I love that fourth stanza:-
a patchwork of fields
sags with the weight of liquid gold -
shimmering in the wind.
I could really see that rape covering the ground.
Simply beautiful.
Jenny.
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so beautiful... love the way
Permalink Submitted by the unfolding head on
so beautiful... love the way it seems to drip lovingly from line to line - a real treat (as always!) ;)
ddf
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