Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A field shines



A field shines emerald green
with flecks of yellow and
white, white caps on waves,
waves of green swaying
in silence in the wind,
wind circulating a slight
warmth, warmth touching
the tops of green, green
beads of perspiration
forming on leaves, leaves
reflecting the moist shine
of the field.

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Photograph: Yorkshire Dales Countryside by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
A field shines by Glynn2
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23 comments:

  1. nitewritSeptember 27, 2011 at 5:30 AM

    Glynn,

    I love the structure of this poem, the circle it presents, the intermingle of the elements. I also like the way it also has a sense of the sea even though it is about land.

    I don't think we appreciate enough how all touches all in some way and illuminates it. This is an illuminating poem.

    Larry

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  2. MaureenSeptember 27, 2011 at 6:01 AM

    "A field ... / white caps on waves, / waves of green swaying": lovely image.

    Very nice reading!

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  3. H. GillhamSeptember 27, 2011 at 6:11 AM

    I love your voice -- and I love it when poetry is real aloud. To me -- it makes all the difference....

    :)

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  4. H. GillhamSeptember 27, 2011 at 6:12 AM

    argh... "read" not "real"

    Darn. I know to proof read. :)

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  5. Pat HattSeptember 27, 2011 at 6:39 AM

    The field cast quite the reflection
    Especially upon your detection
    Making it sway even more
    Another great piece at your shore

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  6. David RupertSeptember 27, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    I love the colors of fields this time of year. Water starved, but waiting for a new season. So many variations as captured by your verse

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  7. Louise GallagherSeptember 27, 2011 at 7:45 AM

    The rhythm of this poem reflects the undulations of the fields -- beautifully crafted! And read.

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2011 at 11:36 AM

    i feel
    like i am
    sitting alone
    there
    in emerald field
    spring turning summer
    morning turning day
    dampness
    soaking my clothes and skin
    sun making it okay

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  9. ayalaSeptember 27, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    This gave me a sense of peace. It's beautiful!

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  10. HisFireFlySeptember 27, 2011 at 1:07 PM

    yes...
    these fields have become my life here in the prairies
    and life moves to the turning of the seasons

    beautiful poem Glynn!

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  11. HisFireFlySeptember 27, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    yes...
    these fields have become my life here in the prairies
    and life moves to the turning of the seasons

    beautiful poem Glynn!

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  12. Brian MillerSeptember 27, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    smiles. you capture a bit of beauty in that filed...great use of repitition as well...a sense of peace...

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  13. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2011 at 3:14 PM

    love the repetition... worked well for your poem along with a sensory feeling

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  14. MarySeptember 27, 2011 at 4:01 PM

    This poem makes me feel rested and peaceful and warm. A fine write.

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  15. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    That was great, great, great. it felt chipper.

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  16. TashtooSeptember 27, 2011 at 5:17 PM

    Love the reading, the writing, the photo...love it all! and suddenly...I can breathe again! Thank you :)

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  17. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2011 at 5:55 PM

    I really love the flow you made here, and am so envious I can never follow words through like that.... Really awesome, fun descriptions... From a field of white flecks to white capped waves to waves in the wind to a wind circulating warmth to warmth touching green to green sweat on leaves to leaves directing light to the field. Wow... I really wish I could do that as effortlessly as you make it look. And thge phot of the field wiht the sun reflecting inthe center of it just boomed with your words... Totally awesome presentation...

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  18. Ann GrenierSeptember 27, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    I love the linkages in this poem, Glynn, which do exude a sense of peacefulness in the circle created.

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  19. PatriciaSeptember 27, 2011 at 11:25 PM

    Wonderful movement in this... of color and flow... peacefulness in the silence of the wind.

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  20. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 at 12:01 AM

    Mm, mm, now there's a place I could definitely stand to be carried away to. Lovely image you form for us today, Glynn.

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  21. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    A gem hauled up from a brimming sea of perception where the stillness is all. Loved it. - Brendan

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  22. LeslieSeptember 28, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    i think it is appropriate that your poem took such a circular form to describe this welsh landscape - like the ancient celts and their love of curving, circular lines and patterns.

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  23. Ann LeFloreSeptember 28, 2011 at 1:09 PM

    amazing your leaves and field of emerald green and how the waves can dance on white caps
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/27/addiction-to-solitaire/#comment-1224

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