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Friday, 23 September 2011

Blade of Green


Give me just this blade of green,
beneath the scorching sun,
Give me just that trilling bird,
his dainty perch, his last of the summer fun;

Give me just this daily breath,
this curling autumn sleeve,
Give me just this barefoot right,
my fingers on a blade of green.


© Shaista Tayabali, 2011


Painting: Daniel Garber, Tanis, Oil, 1915
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12 comments:

  1. R. Burnett Baker23 September 2011 at 14:29

    Just a beautiful poem, almost a prayer of thanksgiving!

    Rick

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  2. Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)23 September 2011 at 15:02

    I plant under a seathing sun
    I need not water them
    my sweat sates their thirst
    unlike others,I complain not
    about the summer.

    If one's Summers
    must be tallied
    every blade of grass
    even those in golden attire
    must be appreciated

    Your lovely words, Shaista, transition easily from your
    prism eyes.

    Thank you for sharing again.

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  3. Shaista23 September 2011 at 15:40

    A poem for a poem, nene. Every blade of grass must indeed be appreciated. I love lying in a small heap on the grass, breathing grass, becoming grass.
    Until a bee becomes territorial.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky23 September 2011 at 16:34

    Remember the Talmud angel, bending over the blade of grass and bidding it "grow!"? Your lovely poem made me think of it......and my alert granny radar is detecting a story behind the poem......

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  5. Anonymous23 September 2011 at 22:33

    You're added to my list of excellent blogs ... I was lying on the grass this afternoon ... it was sunny ... that late unexpected autumn sunshine ...

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  6. Lisa24 September 2011 at 00:53

    This is beautiful, the painting is beautiful, and I need to expand my vocabulary :) I took time to quietly browse through your sidebar and every book, person and painting was so interesting, and beautiful. And your Mom's portraits and Dad's art, amazing.

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  7. steven25 September 2011 at 14:17

    shaista - such a simple and lovely painting and a word painting to open its details - summer . . . gone on the calendar - but not gone! steven

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  8. Ruth26 September 2011 at 13:48

    Ohh, that curling autumn sleeve. ohh, you.

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  9. SARAH27 September 2011 at 14:49

    Beautifully said. At the end of summer, I find myself wanting so much: for summer not to end, for autumn to ripen quickly.

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  10. The Gooseberry Garden28 September 2011 at 01:33

    you blow me away.
    love the imagery.

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  11. The Gooseberry Garden28 September 2011 at 01:33

    welcome sharing your poetry with us today,

    first time participants can link in 1 to 3 random poems, you can also write for our challenge.

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  12. 24h Pfleger4 November 2011 at 02:38

    OH my! what a brilliant masterpiece indeed.. so love it.

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