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...
Comments
celticman | June 17, 2011 - 21:08
than he his.' bigger than he is (instead of his?)
SundaysChild | June 17, 2011 - 21:31
Beautiful
Highhat | June 18, 2011 - 05:52
Yes beautiful- such rich imagery- so fulfilling.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | June 18, 2011 - 08:04
celtic - I really must take more water with it;-) Many thanks for your eagle eye.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | June 18, 2011 - 08:05
Many thanks, Sunday's;-)
Silver Spun Sand | June 18, 2011 - 08:06
Have a great weekend, Pia and thanks for your lovely comment. Pleased you enjoyed.
Tina;-)
seashore | June 18, 2011 - 12:02
Effortlessly good - love the `milky yawn'
Silver Spun Sand | June 18, 2011 - 12:03
Thanks, Coral. You do have a lovely way of putting things;-)
Tina
Beeme | June 18, 2011 - 21:26
I agree with the above comments, extremely beautiful and great imagery!
Beeme xx
barryj1 | June 19, 2011 - 00:46
That last stanza pretty much pulls everything that precedes into sharp focus - a potpourri of beautiful thoughts and sentiments.
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2011 - 07:53
Thanks so much, Beeme. Pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2011 - 07:54
Much obliged to you for reading barry and for your lovely comment;-) Tina
skinner_jennifer | June 19, 2011 - 15:12
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.
Silver Spun Sand | June 19, 2011 - 15:34
Hi there, Jenny;-)
The farmer in the field which adjoins my garden planted rape this year, and it was a nice change from the cereal crops or beans that he usually sows. It looked so spectacular in the sunshine, but now has past its best, and is waiting to be harvested. Only trouble is that it gave both my husband and me 'the sneezes';-)
Pleased you enjoyed this one, and many thanks for telling me.
Tina
Nathan Bednarek | June 19, 2011 - 21:39
"a blush-cheeked dawn"
I love this image. Another beautiful poem. Much enjoyed. Well done.
Nathan.
the unfolding head | June 21, 2011 - 11:52
so beautiful... love the way it seems to drip lovingly from line to line - a real treat (as always!) ;)
Silver Spun Sand | June 21, 2011 - 14:00
tuh...you're a star;-) Thanks for your kind words.
Tina