Sunday, May 25, 2014

What the spring flowers ate


Grace@ Everyday Amazing

Not half-baked crumbs but bird seeds
scattered by squirrels & robins

Rain trails soaking ground
green & lush

Once more, earth is red
wine as pink-blushed faces appear

We own the wild fields & all 
the mornings
misty & pale
Or golden as russet trees

I hear their rowdy chatter, tumult
of awakening, tea-leaves
I pour on small cups to welcome them 

Heat arrives in waves
The blossoming is profuse, a murmuring 

We run in meadows 
barefoot
& the afternoon
sparkles warm as honey
  
My belly is filled with oats & butter-
flies, I am lifted, 

carefree lass
straining to flower's every word

before the dying 
sun


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play It Again & Kerry's Pathetic Fallacy
and Poets United  -  Happy weekend ~

34 comments:

  1. Sundays are supposed to feel like that in most places Grace, enjoy the day!

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    1. Beautiful Sunday here Mark, thanks ~

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  2. i am all about barefeet....walked barefoot in the grass the other day just to feel the grass in my toes...and too bad we can not stay carefree until death...

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    1. We have a beautiful carpet of grass all around, so nice to feel the green against the feet ~

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  3. This is such a joyful poem, Grace. Love the green and lushness of the ground. We have waited a long time for green. And yes, running barefoot. I am a barefoot person as well..in summer! Happy Sunday, Grace.

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    1. Everyone here is on a spring fever, as its been a long time coming ~ Thanks Mary ~

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  4. Such a beautiful poem Grace. I have fond memories of running barefoot as a child on warm summer days. Got quite a few splinters that way :)

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    1. Ouch Keith ~ Our playground here is full of running children now ~

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  5. The music of the fields--lovely. I am back in upstate New York so also feel especially your words re spring/summer's arrival. K.

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  6. Lovely poem, Grace! I can feel the warm spring through your words. Your spring sounds like a joyous feast.

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  7. Very nice description feels as if I am in the lap of nature:)

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  8. A nice spring day indeed at play, but walking in the grass barefoot, eww, never know what animal went there at your zoo lol

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  9. Running and cavorting through those wonderful fields, after a Sunday breakfast - much better than sitting on the train to work :-)

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  10. Now after coming home - sitting on the balcony it's just the way I feel.. If it wasn't for yet another lawnmover.

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  11. I love that part that goes, "My belly is filled with oats and butter-flies." Clever.

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  12. Have a lovely sunday Grace and enjoy your spring!
    ♡♥

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  13. This poem creates a wonderful sense of freedom and possibility in the reader. I especially like the parts in italics.

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  14. oh i so LOVE this "tumult of awakening" that's expressed in all the words you've written...

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  15. oats & butter-
    flies and barefoot on a spring meadow... can life get any better.. such a joyful dancing feel to this... was a beautiful warm day over here as well

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  16. This is my favorite line: "We own the wild fields & all" ... Great line break here and also after "butter."

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  17. No better feeling than running barefoot..the weather is wonderful here today and I think I will take my shoes off and feel the grass..Have a glorious Sunday.

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  18. I love afternoons that sparkle like honey. This poem made me happy. :0) Thank you. Following. :0)

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  19. How I love "My belly is filled with oats & butter-
    flies, I am lifted,". Wonderful writing, Grace.

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  20. Hiya Grace, feels like a while since I've been here and I come away refreshed - wonderfully sensual writing - thank you... With Best Wishes Scott

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  21. Oh the joys of being a wildflower ! I used to think of being a deer back in my running days. Carefree and quick, I loved to run in the rain.

    The pictures? Lately I have been posting via an iPad and it doesn't do pictures good. My 'dirt farmer' post forced my to use my laptop. (My older daughter gets after me when there aren't pictures. The fields are some I took last week while in Wales. I took the others Friday at Borough Market here in London.)
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  22. What a beautiful picture of summer. I would love to be filled with oats and butterflies. Reading this made me happy.

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  23. Oh, utter delight to overhear happy flowers bragging and to find it as natural as the day is long. Have a great week and thank you for this gem.

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  24. that is quite the final turn, Grace, taking us from the living, to what lies beyond.

    Happy week ~

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  25. loved the freedom in this... the italic lines gave a new punch to your work

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  26. This is so bright and full of hope. I needed it today. Thank you

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  27. I love to check on my flowers, often am surprised when a long awaited one blooms - so happy! and then they slowly fade, but I still appreciate them (that's when b&w photography comes in handy:) Beautiful poem, I like the italicized stanzas very much - the fact you gave them a voice!

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  28. Dear Grace
    A very great summer poem
    Especially I liked "My belly is filled with oats & butter-
    flies, I am lifted, "!

    Have a great and creative time.
    Jette Majken

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