Meadowlands


MEADOWLANDS

tall grass, stretching
as far as my eyes can see,
calls to my tired,
ragged body;
each blade
beckons me to rest
in its arms

I settle into the depths
of the rolling meadow,
warm breezes
whisper through the air;
I straighten out
and my eyes dance
over the clouds above me

lost in thought,
yet thinking of nothing,
I hear only the faint sound
of a rusted-out windmill
reminiscing of its days
of usefulness, long gone;
my eyes glaze, as hypnotized

the sun’s warm rays
lengthen, bridging day
into night, dragging the moon
from its resting place;
I sigh contentedly, nodding
off into sweet surrender
as the stars stand watch

2011-10-23
P. Wanken

Dedicated to a friend in need of rest.

Written for The Sunday Whirl prompt, to use these words in a poem: rusted-out, nods, beginning, stretched, clouds, drag, blade, ragged, rolling, glaze, straighten, and bridges.

18 comments

  1. Oh what a lovely piece, it reads like a guided visualisation, a meditation.

    I sank into your words and experienced it all.

    Wonderfully wordled. 🙂

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  2. There’s something about the picture that looks like a carpet of grass that you can sink into and just be at peace in there.
    Lovely imagery and great use of the prompt.

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    1. I was happy to find the picture through Bing images…if I could paint, I think that is exactly what I would have wanted to paint. And, like Susannah, I’m glad my words caused you to sink! 🙂

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  3. A lovely poem Paula.
    It was so serene and tranquil, I could almost hear those blades of grass calling me.
    I love the two lines:
    ‘lost in thought
    yet thinking of nothing’
    Now that’s a state of mind I enjoy.

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  4. What a wonderfully relaxed mood you’ve created. I want to read it over and over until my head is cleared and I’m totally relaxed. This is a great one, Paula.

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  5. I enjoy the alliteration and word echoes throughout this poem:
    as in: eyes and tired, and the three strong ‘b’s in the three lines. Good music and motion.

    as far as my eyes can see,
    calls to my tired,
    ragged body;
    each blade
    beckons me to rest

    The picture is simple yet dramatic; green and pink, and bisected! I may try to enamel this.

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    1. Harry…thank you again for your visit today. I appreciate your specific feedback on these pieces. And…if you DO end up doing this picture in enamel, I’d love to see it! 🙂 ~Paula

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  6. Thanks for taking me to a relaxing meadow, I can’t tell you how much I need that right now! LoL It’s cool that you’ve been wordling since the beginning. We met during Naporimo–I remember your e-mail. after I posted a wordle on Beyond the Bozone. It was so exciting to write that month, and have realize that wordles might go somewhere, and then the Whirl got rolling. It’s a constant for me, so it keeps me writing. It feels good to have people posting every week, too, and I’m happy you are one of them. 🙂 Thanks for your dedication.

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    1. Thank you, Brenda, for YOUR dedication. I look forward each week to your prompt. I’ve not missed a week, yet! 🙂

      And…very glad I was able to take you to a relaxing meadow. I think I’m going to memorize my own poem and recite it to myself each night before I go to sleep. 🙂

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