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.
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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Thank you, Susannah. I’m so happy my words prompted you to sink! 😉 They’ve done their job!
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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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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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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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Mike J:
Thanks for stopping by and for the feedback. It was a different sort of blade, eh? 😉
~ Paula
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What a peaceful poem. I enjoyed this greatly. 🙂
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Thanks, Traci. Glad you liked it! 🙂
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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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Yay! My words did their job. A relaxed, serene environment. I’m glad you liked it, Mike. 🙂
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Mike described it perfectly, “relaxed”. Nice flow to the words, Paula.
Pamela
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Thanks, Pamela. 🙂
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love the imagery.
what an elegant entry.
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Thanks for stopping by, Kitty…I appreciate the feedback. 🙂
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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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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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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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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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