by Shanyn Silinski
as i sit on my old rusty truck
cradling my coffee cup as
yellow sun rises slowly over the hill
i hear your song as the wind
lifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn
leaves in the burrow, frazzled brown,
peer at my weathered cowboy boots
silk and tassel wave in the breeze,
harvest crop, like warm fresh bread,
fills my nostrils and tingles pale cheeks
as i drive back to the city lanes,
your pungent soil clings to my knees,
your lush blades feather my face,
your dew moistening my dry lips
in my belly, your seeds splay and swell,
bursting of spring, i feel abundance,
a field of green, framing the prairie sky*
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads : Photography by Shanyn Silinski * who blogs at Sunflower Shan and Mystic Mom.
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday, starting at 3 pm EST.
My one year blog anniversary is coming up in less than a month. If you have any writing requests (inspired by a song or picture) for me, please feel free to comment in my posts, and I will try my best to write it. Thank you for your support and encouragement.
a little different from your usual topics and style...i love this one..try more of this style..you are really good!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the encouragement. I do write other topics and try my hand in other forms - check my other blog.
DeleteBeautifully done. I agree, I like your use of this style. The last stanza is perfect.
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Thank you Kay for the visit.
DeleteThis is a wonderful poem full of evocative imagery. The description of the fertile fields merging with the fecundity of motherhood is beautifully carried through.
ReplyDeleteMy focus was on the field in the photograph so the theme of mother earth crept up as well. Thank you.
DeleteI agree, the image of new growth in both fields and the woman, is both scintillating and beautifully written and goes so well with Shanyn's photograph.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing Grace.
Thanks Bren for the lovely words.
DeleteBeautifully written. There is a sense of wonder here, mother nature, and mother to be.
ReplyDeleteThank you Karen.
Deletewonderful poem and strangely enough, it matches the picture at RT too.i loved the last stanza most.
ReplyDeleteSerendipity...he..he..Thanks Abin.
Deletenice...love the feel of the picture you paint...the field...nice intimacy this rolls into as well...spring, new life...that time is upon us....
ReplyDeleteYes, spring is here at last ~ Thank you Brian.
Deletelifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! I agree with all above.
Abundance indeed!
ReplyDeletepretty! take care of what you are growing over there.
ReplyDeletewonderful nature poem; fits well with the photo.
ReplyDeleteYou sprung new life in more ways than one. Very nicely done, as both do kind of go hand and hand with springs re-birth.
ReplyDeleteOne word ~~ lush!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem of spring...I like the how the truck is framed as decay and the earth/grass/seeds rebirth
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of "chill-axing"...
ReplyDeletei hear your song as the wind
lifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn
leaves in the burrow, frazzled brown,
peer at my weathered cowboy boots
There is so much to like about this poem, your images (love 'silk and tassel' are so evocative of the earth, farming and growing...and weaving it in with being a woman. Wow! So wonderful...what a great poem for this photo.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the wonderful pictures...you are very talented ~
DeleteThis is a really beautiful poem.......love the "harvest crop like warm fresh bread", the cowboy boots, the drive back to the city, reflecting.......congrats on your one year anniversary! Yay!
ReplyDelete"i hear your song as the wind
ReplyDeletelifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn "
lovely... lovely... lovely...
This represents new growth for you as a poet...and apparently otherwise as well! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love this line: "lifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn"
ReplyDeleteyou know green is my colour
ReplyDeleteSexy, sweet and seductive, this one!
ReplyDeleteI love the pace in this - and the imagery really draws us into the poem. Particularly enjoyed the way you have woven the senses and themes together.
ReplyDeletei love to draw out a scene, take it piece by piece and explore all the alleyways and backroads. this is laid out at just my pace.
ReplyDeleteawesome imagery u have created with those words !!
ReplyDeleteSensuality plus!
ReplyDeleteA lush write with wonderous mind visuals.....
ReplyDeleteIf I had taken that photo I would be so very well pleased with your poem to describe it. What a beautiful tribute to the image. What a beautiful tribute to spring.
ReplyDeleteGreat way to illustrate the photo, a very sensual write. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteI especially love the last verse. Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteWonderful sense of awe and wonder in the poem--lovely, lovely write!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem!
ReplyDeletethe seeds stay with us...even if we're back in the concrete jungle..yep...can feel the spring breeze in this...and much liked the fresh baked bread and the cowboy boots..sigh....
ReplyDeleteFertile and Lush! Reminds me of one I wrote:
ReplyDeleteWe love for so long
that my fingers wrinkle
Your seed swims
in the pool of my navel
Very nice sensual image ~ Thanks ~
DeleteAhhh! Lust of the senses. So clean, so pure, so real, the awareness of right now who I am, what I feel: In an open field, or at the corner of Fifth and Vine. I REALLY like!
ReplyDeleteNow this is beautifully rendered!
ReplyDeleteThe essence of life, sown, vibrant, nostalgic....magical :)
Just stunning, all of this moved me :)
Feel like I'm starring over the flatlands, sitting on that hood, just waiting to own the world. I am suddenly awake, aware, an invigorating pen!
ReplyDeletewonderfully slow, as if holding on as long as possible
ReplyDeleteVery impressive First year Grace.
ReplyDeleteAs I knew you would....
Fantastic talent you are...G
...inspired by a song or a picture. I will give it some thought! :)
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful and a joy to read. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteReminds of Kansas, well not my experience as compared to yours, clearly not as romantic, but you captured the essense and beauty of my memories living there in younger years. Excellent write.
ReplyDeletei really enjoyed this poem, Heaven. i used to live in Iowa amidst many a corn field.
ReplyDeletecongratulations on being voted the Queen of The Haiku Challenge at Few Miles!
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Such evocative choice of language. Spring has certainly sprung in this wonderful tribute to renewel and new life. I enjoyed it immensely. It successfully countered my natural pessimism. Thanks! Great image too.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful narrative of intimacy. Such grace and flow--the underlying idea carried through very artfully right to the end. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done...I'm feeling Spring here at the moment..great capture!
ReplyDeleteAmazing!So much great imagery, the memories of the day carrying you~
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous and so beautiful~ I have to read it again ;D
This has so much intimacy in and between the lines. These moments bring to life the spirit of love that springs eternal all year. I love the sensuous sound and image of the picture that you paint for us here.
ReplyDeleteReally nice use of imagery here, very vivid, really love it and the tone throughout. Great job. Early congrats on the anniversary :)
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