For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #163
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sturdy, scent, propel, chase, terrain, fluid, paving, launch, countless, field, lean, jovial
And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry#204 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
Path of Least Resistance
Scent of field filled with wild flowers
propels me into memory of Montana
meadow. In turn, launching a fluid
train of countless images.
Periwinkle blue and soft lavender
blossoms, wild daisies chasing
jovial gold of sturdy dandelions.
Rolling terrain where tall grasses,
caught in bend of wind, lean together
to whisper bits of grassy gossip.
All of which pave way to short
or long period of relaxing natural
meditation.
Elizabeth Crawford 6/1/14
Notes: Attended a very brief Poetry Workshop led by Bruce Dethlefsen, a former Wisconsin Poet Laureate on Thursday. Been way too long since I physically sat within a group of poets eager to talk about the making of poetry. Think I picked up that energy by osmosis, because the next morning I attacked my manuscript with rare enthusiasm and even found myself writing new pieces while revising several old ones. When I got the present wordle list, I went blank. So did the next best thing, left it alone, checking back on it several times. Then Saturday afternoon, while speaking with another online poet I found the first line as it appears here. After the phone conversation, went back to it and the rest fell easily into place. Think I’m being given a message?
Image is a photo taken at my sister’s house earlier this week. Second is the same photo put through the kaleidoscope app. Certainly seems to invite at least a few moments of meditation.
I almost felt I was walking with you listening to that gossip.
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Great imagery…loved walking among these flowers!
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Your poem fulfils my seasonal mood..
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Lovely, as is listening to that grassy gossip and watching flower heads nod in agreement. Lovely lovely nature.
Anna :o]
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What a rich and peaceful feast of scent and colour..the rustle of leaves as they move in the wind is really like a conversation we can only partly understand..beautiful and full of spark..happy purple Sunday to you
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A colorful montage of images. Beautiful writing. 🙂
-HA
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lovely poem it makes me long for a sunny meadow..love the app as well.
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what a cool place eh? and nice that you were propelled into intense focus on that manuscript eh…absolutely lovely pics…
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Those memories led you to a nice place, Elizabeth. Follow your heart.
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wonderful expression of lovely pics
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Enjoyed the beautiful flower pics. Interesting how the kaleidoscope app. turns the flowers into a mandala fits nicely with meditation.
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I think I was transported to a floral countryside with your poem. So neatly written that I love the reference to meditation at the end. I so wanna escape to the setting of your poem. Especially on a Sunny Sunday like today. Sitting under a tree and reading a book there while beholding the flowers and smelling the green grass. Beautiful poem!!!
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Sometimes it does take an event to trigger off the inspiration. It’s a good pointer for later times how to treat such blank moments. And you’ve given a beautiful offering in the process, Elizabeth! Great!
Hank
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“grassy gossip” is wonderful, Elizabeth.
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I love “whisper bits of grassy gossip”….wonderful! Love it when a line plops into our minds and sets the poem in motion!!!!!!
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There is such a lilting quality to this… and I love the colors–periwinkle and lavender. I feel as if I’ve bee on a mini vacation.
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How very, very nice what you have done with the words this week, Elizabeth. Nice and compact and with a beautiful message.
Love,
Pamela ox
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Beautiful piece. I wouldn’t mind be in a field now
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A beautiful and serene picture you have painted with your lovely words:)
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Grassy gossip! I wondered who was spreading the rumours!
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Nice transition between the photos! Your poem also conjures up images in my mind.
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Scents can indeed propel us into pleasant memories. I like the way the scents took you—and your readers—back to Montana amidst all sorts of wildflowers.
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I love, ‘whisper bits of grassy gossip.’ Lovely writing, Elizabeth.
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