Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Monoculture


Why descry

the sad- and sameness of the barley when,

bewildered in encounters with the wind,

it confesses its longings?

Pollen-drizzled perfumed heads and horms

drift, watered-silk-green sheening sunlight

makes the land luminous, runs and flows

to nowhere.

Meets the sky.

25 comments:

julie said...

*sigh*
Lovely

Lucy said...

Ha! I was just at yours at the same moment!

marja-leena said...

Lovely! And I just received your comment as I'm reading this!

Granny J said...

Grasses in motion are a first cousin to the sea or the river. While your pictures and the verse are lovely, didn't you long for a motion picture camera to catch an endless loop of the flow?

Robin Starfish said...

Sudden intake of breath! Herds of caterpillars rushing to the butterfly tree.

Dave said...

Beautiful photos - and the words aren't too shabby, either.

Rosie said...

(smile)

Julia said...

The texture of the grass is so beautiful! Somehow it looks like the wind has taken up its brush and painted the grass against the sky. I love the color pallete too.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Nice. Like the juxtaposition of the accompanying photos as well. Nothing like a posting with perfect illustration!

Elizabeth said...

"ditto" what Julie said.
You have a wonderful way with words. I love the grain fields in the late summer...they smeel wonderful, too.
Blessings, EJT

meggie said...

Fields of Gold.
Wonderful.

Dick said...

A lovely pairing of pics and poem. Excellent.

tristan said...

hip hip hooray !

again !

Dave King said...

I really loved the poem. The image complemented it perfectly, but the words were exactly right, and alittle bit more than that, the indefinable bit that makes a poem magical.

herhimnbryn said...

Sigh.

Midsummerprism said...

Lovely! The pictures are so soothing to the eyes and the poetry so calming and reassuring....I can almost feel the breeze and warmth of your sunshine touch the base of my neck...


lovely...

Lucy said...

Thanks so much to all, your words encourage me.

laureline said...

I'm sighing, too, at the sheer exquisiteness of word and image. Lucy, is it too late for me to submit a watery painting? I'm sorry I didn't respond earlier. Life has been moving at a rapid clip around here.

Zephyr said...

Dear Lucy, i'm about to say something that one should never say, i'm sure, but i can't help myself:
This is my favorite post of yours to date!
(And i have loads of faves!)

Lee said...

Love that barley shot. It is 'liquid' motion.

MB said...

Beautiful pairing.

Jan said...

THankyou, Lucy.
Your blog is lovely to come back to...
Fabulous words/pictures..

Plutarch said...

Back from Spain, I see the texture of the grass in the photos as an extra welcome back to a different world. And the accompanying words too.

Plutarch said...

I know it's barley but as I looked at it, it looked like long prairie grass.

Lucy said...

Thanks again, welcome and welcome back!