Open Poetry #44 |
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If the lawn could talk |
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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
Glimmer rose red petal sheen mornings breath dewdrop roll white spider delicate weaves pristine web as finches wake. Lawn rumbles insect lives green with scent of new mow statues on courtyard marble frozen in time tipped golden as rising sun fingers in place. Bees hunt in pollen swirl colors rich to flower breakfast children open doors to play the morning hour. Trucks banter in the distance rumbling like the bees streaks cross the sky jets pierce the breeze. lawn mower dad ritual cut scythes through grass like jet in sky sweating as the dew human in web caught by spider waiting nearby. |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
I can feel that early morning air. Ahhh, the smell of fresh mown grass, the glistening web awaiting the catch. God bless, Rae |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this has a lovely 'feel' to it...especially liked this stanza: "Bees hunt in pollen swirl colors rich to flower breakfast children open doors to play the morning hour" ...then again, the ending was ultra-cool as well |
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Paul Wilson![]() ![]()
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Zaxby...I love the smell of fresh cut grass. Each day we get to wittness a new awakening of our world, what a beautiful thing to be a part of...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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