A rime for the farmer in the dell

Terza Rima

Trusting, Filament, Philately

Freedom is in this little space, surely
I’ll fly like an eagle into the sea,
Daring the fish to swim away from me.

Unqualified spirits must walk daily
Culling from experiences a rule.
I must try to be excellent glibly

Opposing the perfect body not cruel.
She had that body for him, then I left.
Optimistically thinking I had school

For a friend. Watching and waiting for deft
Illuminations and for the sun to go
Levelly down again, the sandman’s theft.

A beat continues for a bride’s trousseau.
My heaven will be mine in death maybe.
Eccentric merry-go-rounds spin, a scherzo

Needles the bright day; a record stares blankly,
Taking up the ceramic circus for
Omniscient purposes too abstractly

Fallible.  The land became his manor
In due course and time, I saw his downfall
Like mine.  I couldn’t ask for a favor

Although I did, didn’t I? Well they all
Thought it fine to ask for help, and like fiends
Eked out what moisture was left of the small

Loaf, the bread of heaven a manna for preened
Irises, pretty pinups for boxy bluebells,
A Jersey for an old cotton tee silk-screened,

A rhyme for the spinning farmer in the dell.

Reviews

[wordman]

i barely remember the movie ,but i liked the write.and the farmer in the dell was a great methapor

[Thornbirds]

This is a very intelligent writer, rime as frost for the farmer that seems to be searching for some peace by escaping fish he doesn't want to dare away. Unqualified spirits caught my imagination, how is a spirit unqualified I ask myself, and then it goes on to speak of perfect bodies and school and I wonder how that ties in with a child's song, until I read the stanza about merry go rounds, then I assume the song farmer in the dell is the tune, maybe this child is a boy that fell from a merry go round and was gravely injured, it's a very intelligent poem, and it seems to be asking for a favor that is not forth coming or earned and how that favor somehow dried up the farmer? it's a very wonderful poem but I can not see how they all go together, but that is the beauty of poetry is it not, it is very personal, sometimes private, we really only write for ourselves anyway and if someone walks away with something from it all the better. wonderful work.

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks, Thornbirds, this was my mom's favorite show I think or one of them

[Thornbirds]

I am not familiar with that program, but I enjoyed your poem.

[Ryan Henderson]

Awesome thoughts here and very good penmanship! Good use of vocabulary and good flow, well done!

[emmajoy]

'A beat continues for a bride’s trousseau. .. My heaven will be mine in death maybe. .. Eccentric merry-go-rounds spin, a scherzo .. '

Not only form but a work of art.. of writing superior and wonderful thoughts. Tis graphic and more. Thank you so much for sharing!