Journeys
I walk through fields,
Thorn bush edges,
Burned out grass,
Stubborn flowers
In two pale colors,
Dry sticker weeds
Piercing my feet.
I see falling rain
Fattening the earth,
Grass a green ocean
Holding me up
With its color,
Just above
Longing.
pearlbamboo
copyright e.p. hodges
Comments (6)
I caught you quickly today. Your images remind me of a summer day when I was young. We lived in various small towns, military towns, in the Southern United States, and my siblings and I, fiercelytightly knit, would run around barefoot, attracting burrs or ticks or tangles.
I like the "fattening the earth" the best. It's very real, very heavy, very beautiful. I'm enjoying getting to know you through your blog.
Excuse me for commenting twice so quickly, but I keep forgetting until after I hit "submit" to mention the "mouton chronicles." Le Petit Prince's "Draw me a sheep" is among my favorite quotations in all literature, especially in the French.
I enjoyed this poem. I especially like the last image - the green of the grass holding you up . . . just above longing. Thanks!
I hope you don't mind one more comment
I reread your poem and was struck this time by the difference in mood between the two stanzas. The first stanza gives me the feeling of some painful, despairing journey. In the second stanza the opening line can still be thought of as despairing with the image of the falling rain (I thought of tears here, too).
But then there is that one sweet, vibrant sliver of hope that hold the subject up from the pain and sadness. However it's only 'just above. And it sets me to wondering what the longing is for -- a simple ease of pain along the way, or the final ease when one's body is laid beneath the grass. Just my thoughts on what the poem evoked for me.
i love the way you use color in your pieces like a good understated actor would use emotion or a cook would use strong spices.
just a pinch... just right.
beautiful!
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