When trouble ravages meadow
and grasses' blades are torn
by winds of circumstance
and pressure, blowing ever,
There is a balm, that comes
with calmed Assurance
soothing those who will receive
And grace, adorned, kisses peace
as poppies part to allow for
breeze's passing.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended October 13, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Whenever I read about a meadow I think of an excellent story a friend wrote years ago about a dog and a cat...I was the dog I think...makes sense huh, lol.
But there is more similarity than just a meadow, for both the poem and the story spoke of the need to heal, and a need for that calmness. And in this as well as the story, the meadow's beauty plays an important role in that equanimity.
Meadow as metaphor...I now copyright that phase, all rights reserved! lol
Lovely.
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Peaceful and calming write. Truly "winds of circumstance and pressure, blow* ever"! Lovely personification of Assurance. Nice alliteration; the poppies always remind me of those lost in WWII.
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Awesome, a beautiful painted picture in my minds eye with a calming one can't describe. Thank you Anna-Mariexx
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beautiful congrats on winning silver
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Beautifully penned. Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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