This is the sweetgrass cover of my life.
Daughter, will you have it?
The little flowers there among the grasses
I have forgotten how they are called
who I thought of when I wove them there
in the field, the little pinks stand up
year after year
The threshers come and lay them down
They have these flails of wood they use
You have seen them, my dear, in the window
of the dressmaker
She uses them to prop up the brocades
and ancient
though they are, they still can speak
a kind of rustic language that we recognize
when we lie down
in sweetgrass, close our eyes.
Author notes
painting: newly revealed portrait of a woman found beneath "Patch of Grass" by Vincent Van Gogh
A contest entry
- Patch of Grass by ea.
900 points, ended August 12, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Corn Field (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended February 6, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was absoultely gorgeous, i love it!
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excellent~
You poems always have such wonderful imagery
Could almost smell the sweetgrass as I read this.......
Best of luck in the contest
I entered this one too do hope you come give mine a read as well...
My attempt at free write............
Hugs
Susan~~~
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though they are they still can speak
My tongue tripped on this line. I think a comma after the word "are" may help.
This is a beautiful poem. Love the imagery. Thank you for entering. -
Am I going mad? ea has entered his own competition???
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Yes, it's a woman now that I look at it more closely. I like the journey you take here from the flowers to the threshers to the flails to the dressmaker. I think you have researched some of these details. It's quite European! I got a feeling of mystery about the "daughter" he's addressing.
The grass and flowers remind me of Monet, not that I'm an expert.
I really like your write.
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Thank you, the detail of the flails being found at the dressmaker's is actual. I kept meaning to take a photo of the window as she had it set up last spring with the old farming implements because it quite appealed to me.
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nicely penned
reads of recollection in a nostalgic tone that seems to bring the past times of the paintings thoughts to life. good write.
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I was reading this a few minutes ago and I was wondering what to say...
A beautiful poem, the picture is lovely, making a contest about it is a wonderful idea...
Thanks for sharing!
Keep up the great work!
Annie
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