Moments of Grass

again a very early poem

 

I mark how the wild and tender grass strikes
no deep roots,
has no perfumed flowers,
nor any alluring leaves,
but amasses dew, water
and the blood of death all its long life.

I have seen how the feet of young and old
trample the pigment
from this field.
And I have seen how the crazed mower
slices through soil, and lacerates lawn.

I mind how ripening dioxides,
and the immediacy of sun,
crack enamel
and blanch the sheaths
of these strands.

I note how crisp packets, sweet papers,
and the silver foil from bubblegum wrappers
will panel the grass for long years
until pried away to leave unique,
unripe moments in this pasture's green

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

oh you have eyes to see

[Steve]

I wrote a somewhat similar type of write...but this is much better....lol

You are very good at imagery.

[Judy Ponceby]

Marvelous description, demonstrates how enduring it is regardless of the wear and tear.

[BriAnna Wyble]

i love this! it painted a very vivid and beautiful picture for me; it was very well written and the description was absolutely wonderful! great write :)

[paul]

'crazed mower' - great phrase

[James Paulin]

Ornate description becomes like filigree expertly crafted, making the ordinary, extraordinary.

[Emily B]

oh, Sel, it's wonderful. Absolutely.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Grass always seems greener, but we litter it and hide that beauty. Great poem my friend.