Sunday, January 16, 2011

A farmhouse once


A farmhouse once
surrounded by burgeoning fields
of wheat and sunflowers
pregnant with seed, voices
laughing, weeping, loving, dying

Now a vertical corrugation
of undulating metal sheets
unbolting from a collapsing porch
the color of time weathered,
eroded by the west wind

It throws forward to accept,
to embrace for a moment
fleeting in shadowed sun,
its place in a soon-forgotten
embrace with landscape.


To see other poems prompted by the photography, please visit One Shot Sunday at One Stop Poetry.

Photograph by Katherine Forbes; used with permission for One Shot Poetry.
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16 comments:

  1. Carmela-JJanuary 16, 2011 at 6:29 AM

    Love your take on the prompt, and feel the sadness for this forgotten place. Beautifully described.

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  2. Brian MillerJanuary 16, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    growing up in the sticks you captured a moment an environment a landscape that is disappearing that is romantic in its own way and nostalgic...nice. glad you pulled that out of the prompt...

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  3. dustusJanuary 16, 2011 at 6:59 AM

    Such a great depiction of a seemingly ordinary place taking on special meaning through the life that occurred there. "the color of time weathered, / eroded by the west wind" especially great sound to those lines! Poignant message too—relish our moment and where it passes. Excellent challenge response, Glynn!

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2011 at 7:03 AM

    Growing up on a farm where life revolves in seasons. Felt the excellence in your words, life goes on.

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  5. ClaudiaJanuary 16, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    most of all i loved..pregnant with seed.. this paints the whole picture without much more words needed..nicely done glynn

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  6. JerryJanuary 16, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    Soon forgotten embrace with landscape...tight. You bring so much history here. Nice.

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  7. Gigi AnnJanuary 16, 2011 at 9:25 AM

    What a nice poem, I lived on a farm for 40 years, and there was laughing, weeping, loving and dying. But, I wouldn't trade that life for all the city living, to much fun out behind the barn.

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  8. FireblossomJanuary 16, 2011 at 11:32 AM

    I can see it. Heck, I can smell the grass. Love this.

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  9. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2011 at 11:33 AM

    here are more good images for your wonderful poem...

    http://margaretbednar365.blogspot.com/2011/01/106356.html

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  10. MargaretJanuary 16, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    Wow! Talk about "synchronizing". I think I just took some photos that could go along with this poem as well! Lovely, poem. I think I will link my photos to your poem here, if you don't mind.

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  11. MargaretJanuary 16, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    Let's see if this works for a direct link

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  12. MargaretJanuary 16, 2011 at 12:26 PM

    No, I don't think so. Sorry. I see Nance Marie posted my photography blog above. Check it out if you like.

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  13. MaureenJanuary 16, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    I get the sense that someone from that couple is looking back. It makes me wonder what happened to all those seeds of possibilities. Nice take on the prompt!

    I like the images of Margaret Bednar's barns. Thanks, Nance Marie.

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  14. hedgewitchJanuary 16, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    Very intelligent build of comparison here, and great image as well.

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  15. S. EtoleJanuary 16, 2011 at 2:59 PM

    that shadow pretty much says it all ...

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  16. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2011 at 3:29 PM

    Very nice. I really enjoyed reading it. I like the idea of transience embodied in the descriptions of the past of the building and the present moment. Thank you for sharing.

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