A Clipping on the Ground

A Clipping on the Ground

A Poem by Michael
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I poem about seeing the world with a different view.

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‘Twas nothing much, that blade of grass,
a clipping on the ground.
Not worth the time to pick it up…
to do so I was bound,
and then free my mind to ponder
this treasure I had found.


It looked to me to be the same
as millions, maybe more,
unchanging like the grains of sand,
which fill the ocean's shore.
To dismiss it would be easy
and drop it to the floor.


I passed it between my fingers,
and saw that I was wrong,
to judge it in that simple way,
missed its charms all along.
Then with profound will I studied,
and heard my subject's song.


Oh it sang to me of heaven,
and things I'll someday see -
it was not a prayer or sermon -
it sang of what will be.
I saw the truth through humble eyes,
with pristine majesty.


'Tis a complex world made simple,
in this gift I have found.
A crack of time is all it took
to know the world around,
from a blade of grass this morning,
a clipping on the ground.

 

© 2008 Michael


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I love the last two groupiongs they are filled with so much in so little words..At first this ran through my mind like a childs song as it seemed to have a rhythm of its own..then wham..the last two grouping hit and wow,,a simple blade of grass but meaning so much to Him that made it and all of those that eat from it..God bless..Valentine

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I love the last two groupiongs they are filled with so much in so little words..At first this ran through my mind like a childs song as it seemed to have a rhythm of its own..then wham..the last two grouping hit and wow,,a simple blade of grass but meaning so much to Him that made it and all of those that eat from it..God bless..Valentine

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well, since this is about a blade of grass, I of course suddenly thought of Whitman. Very nice sentiment, and flawlessly executed. I can't even pick a favorite stanza, they are each so good. This is publishable quality work right here, Michael. Bravo! I always love it when you post something new.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely wonderful. What beautiful ponderings. This reminds me of finding feathers and rocks with my son which we always call our treasures. Or my father teaching me to put a grass blade between my thumbs and blow on it and it plays a loud high pitched tune. You must live by the seashore. What a wonderful poem. Going in my favorites. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great flow on this one. I love the message behind it. It was fun to read- like an adventure - all in a tiny blade of grass.. who would have known eh?
One suggestion however, in the first stanza I think the flow would be improved if you removed the word "and" from, "and then free my mind to ponder"
Nicely written all in all. Thanks for requesting this to me, and your welcome for inspiring you to post it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Beaufort, SC



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