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farmers

before the time of
the city sun
and the inescapable
pull
of its undoubtedly righteous
and mighty
shove
we knew by sense
the swell and flow of
the seasons
we stuck our fingers in
the wet soil
and felt the curve of
the earth

Rene~April 14,2013

For Magpie Tales
Image:
Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin


Comments

  1. love those last two lines...as it def speaks to a connection with the world in which we live...cool write rene

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  2. Come to think of it, that painting does make the earth look curved...

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  3. ah the wisdom of farmers - cool and orignal imagery

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  4. "felt the curve of the earth" a beautiful closing to a lovely poem!

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  5. I love the idea of 'feeling the curve of the Earth' ... this is a beautiful lament, you've written!

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  6. In researching the artist I learned many of his paintings were created from an 'on high' position ... showing the Earth's curve ... I enjoyed how you incorporated that into your lovely poem.

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  7. I agree with everyone those last two lines are especially exquisite. Excellent job!

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  8. So much said in this poem - the last two lines shift the poem into the sensual. Excellent.

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  9. Yes, the last two lines are just beautiful.

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  10. There's nothing that compares with fresh spring soil...reminds me of the Edna St. Vincent Millay piece...

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  11. I agree. I think we were more connected with the earth and with the natural season and turning of things. Very well put lines, those last few ones about touching the earth and feeling its curve.

    (I haven't an OLN poem, just blog hopping. Enjoyed your poem.)

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  12. Great work. Excellent word choice!

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