08-11-2017, 12:40 AM
Thanks Billy, Achebe, and Just Mercedes.
I was inspired by an image that Heslopian posted. A picture of a poppy field with tiny blue flowers. I have always loved poppies, but have never tried to grow them. I am challenged with the easy care of my lavender, cosmos, and a few other hard-to-kill varieties. I am more into the care of houseplants, I suppose, even then, I get forgetful and don't baby them as I should. I love wild flowers, though. Nothing more beautiful than a field in the countryside (if you don't have allergies).
In my mind I stood in Heslopian's field and looked around. I could see dragonflies resting on the crooked branches of chicory, their wings, as lacy tarp pulled tight for greatest speedy lift off and maneuverability. Butterflies couldn't help being overwhelmed at all the desserts they found hidden inside waving purple crepe. I knelt down in the field and could see the ants busy at work, hauling boulders of sand, to strengthen their nest. I suppose I focused on the chicory too much, too...but sometimes the most unnoticed things I am drawn to, for some reason. Then I got too abstract in my description.
I thought I had scythed well through the gerunds, too, you should have seen them at first! But today is a new day and all your comments make perfect sense. It was certainly a very selfish poem because it didn't consider the position of the reader. I do that sometimes, but I suppose it is a matter of discipline concerning some weird and selfish neediness, self-centered junk I hate. I think I have much to work with and much work to do! Your comments were so good that it gave me many ideas on what to do. THANK YOU
nibbed
I was inspired by an image that Heslopian posted. A picture of a poppy field with tiny blue flowers. I have always loved poppies, but have never tried to grow them. I am challenged with the easy care of my lavender, cosmos, and a few other hard-to-kill varieties. I am more into the care of houseplants, I suppose, even then, I get forgetful and don't baby them as I should. I love wild flowers, though. Nothing more beautiful than a field in the countryside (if you don't have allergies).
In my mind I stood in Heslopian's field and looked around. I could see dragonflies resting on the crooked branches of chicory, their wings, as lacy tarp pulled tight for greatest speedy lift off and maneuverability. Butterflies couldn't help being overwhelmed at all the desserts they found hidden inside waving purple crepe. I knelt down in the field and could see the ants busy at work, hauling boulders of sand, to strengthen their nest. I suppose I focused on the chicory too much, too...but sometimes the most unnoticed things I am drawn to, for some reason. Then I got too abstract in my description.
I thought I had scythed well through the gerunds, too, you should have seen them at first! But today is a new day and all your comments make perfect sense. It was certainly a very selfish poem because it didn't consider the position of the reader. I do that sometimes, but I suppose it is a matter of discipline concerning some weird and selfish neediness, self-centered junk I hate. I think I have much to work with and much work to do! Your comments were so good that it gave me many ideas on what to do. THANK YOU
nibbed
there's always a better reason to love