Sunday: Around 4:00pm

Grazing
milk swollen
dangling

grotesque though
flies may be

like fresh
dandilions

whose frozen
peace chills
unnanounced

came a solidary
clop. Two horns
paused in mid-mow

hesitated

delighted by
a halo
enthroning a

crabapple woven
among feigning blades
of grass alone

I lay
somewhere
in the horizon

rested the sky

beyond my hill.

Author notes

Option #1: A pastoral scene.

A contest entry

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individuality
June 16, 2008

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a good poem with light and dark shades running against each other as time spills its moments into the afternoon.
fantasylandthinker01
June 16, 2008
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very good
Chet W.
June 15, 2008

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amazing poem...but...Darkhawk said the same thing to me. he is a bot or he just enjoys that paragraph!
- smoke and ale
  June 16, 2008
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  wait...what?
- - Chet W.
    June 16, 2008
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    Darkhawks comment (the first one on this poem) is identical to a comment he put on mine.
james119
June 15, 2008

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'Two horns
paused in mid-mow'
I like the whole poem but the cow pausing to enjoy the sight of the crabapple is my favorite image.

Sounds like a great afternoon
darkhawk
June 15, 2008

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Wow! this was an amazing poem!
very powerful and I can tell it came straight from your heart. I really loved this and I hope maybe you could comment some of mine too!
thanx!