there is loneliness in these quiet streets,
it stretches, unspoken grief to my street,
I pick it up, limped leaf, trampled flower
there is unwanted madness in the air
it pollutes mind hungry for nature's air
I open the windows, spring is outside
Gather blooms, greens, fruits, vegetables today
forgotten garden, new and fresh today
with blessed eyes, the world is abundant
Nourish the land, of grateful seeds and trees,
Harvest is rich, enough for you and me
Posted for The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Poetry Form: The Blues Sonnet
Iambic pentameter with the Rhyme scheme is thus: A. A. a. B. B. b. C. C. c. e.e.
and The Mag 120
Nature has a way of healing...beautiful...
ReplyDeletelovely sentiments ...thank you for sharing x
ReplyDeletenice, if we collect the beauty, it may hide the rest
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Beautiful. The song of a thankful heart.
ReplyDeleteDe Jackson (WhimsyGizmo)
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This picture proved the perfect subject for your blues stanzas. (If you want to turn it into the blues sonnet, you would need to add the rhyming couplet at the end ;)
ReplyDeleteLet me edit it then ~ Thanks, I was trying out the form ~
DeleteHeal out in the bush, well the cat would surely eat the bush..haha
ReplyDeleteNicely crafted...I liked the second one especially:)
ReplyDeleteIsn't Spring wonderful! It does bring us out of the Winter doldrums!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem on nature....Nature is natural medicine..Thanks for sharing :)...
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace, sometimes I have this feeling too, especially in spring/summer, all these fruits and veggies, are awesome!!:)
ReplyDeleteabundance is such a crucial word for this picture and you nailed it.
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This is very lovely, Grace. Nice use of the form. You rise to it.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes... I live in a fairly rural area. This must be a bit of an ode for those who do not.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love how this travels from pain to bounty. I heard on the news some horrifying events are happening in Toronto right now.....nature's garden thrives, in spite of us. A lovely resolution in this poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the progression from pessimistic to optimistic as th poem goes on! Nice blues, Grace.
ReplyDeleteharvesting and nourishing... two of the most beautiful words...
ReplyDeleteglad you are sharing there in the end...grins...and nice turn of the attitude as well....nicely done grace....
ReplyDeleteVery nice use of both prompts ~ not as easy as it might seem.
ReplyDelete"with blessed eyes, the world is abundant"...beautiful Grace
ReplyDeleteSo great that you used poetic form from the same period as the original artist, Arcimboldo. In a different presentation, so did I. I love your words, they are such a breath of fresh air. A beautiful presentation, Grace. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou brought the world inside on a plate, or maybe in a large basket. Nice, Heaven.
ReplyDelete"there is unwanted madness in the air
ReplyDeleteit pollutes mind hungry for nature's air"
I like this line! The whole poem is awesome.
this is lovely- I am grateful for my little veggie patch in the sun.
ReplyDeleteNice poem grace :-)
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This one fit the bill for sure, you took it in a different more hopeful direction, I like that. Crazy picture, very cool. Sherry said it best, pain to bounty....I couldn't even touch that description.
ReplyDeleteVery nice- I love the hope building in the second half!
ReplyDeletevery nice, that that photograph is fascinating, too.
ReplyDeletea beautifully surreal poem...like waiting on heaven's breath.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you used the Mag prompt for your blues song, Grace, and I love the last two lines.
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A lovely conjuring of Spring.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at your third line. Evocative.
ReplyDeleteThat IS a rich harvest. This IS a rich poem. :)
ReplyDeleteI like this. It made me smile. The last line says it all.
ReplyDeleteHaunting and hopeful all at once.
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My favorite line: "with blessed eyes, the world is abundant"
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem with an intriguing opening.
"forgotten garden, new and fresh today
ReplyDeletewith blessed eyes, the world is abundant"
I love the feeling of remembrance and gratitude in this poem!! These lines strike me! Beautiful, Grace!
Great combo of both prompts... so vivid and I like what happens when you open the windows.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteA very lovely read....very inspiring!
ReplyDeleteGreat! The music of the words ...
ReplyDeletemadness in the air ? *smiles* !
ReplyDeleteSo refreshingly far from the machine consciousness us westerners have come to embody , to our detriment , thanks
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteLove this stanza especially:
there is unwanted madness in the air
it pollutes mind hungry for nature's air
I open the windows, spring is outside
As for our spring....rain, rain, rain, making for an "unwanted madness" inside my head!
Lovely, in both form and content.
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Let us all love that abundance and pull away from the madness....love it..bkm
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful...this is what I too love to do...
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