Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Magpie 72





There's only one reason for wheat fields--

Only one explanation for the earth--

So we could kiss and lie where the grain grows high,

And make love between the daylight and the dirt.


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38 comments:

  1. DarylJuly 4, 2011 at 8:59 AM

    I love that thought, that image of love making between daylight and dirt .. between birth and death .. happy 4th!!!!

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 4, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    will you run for president?

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  3. Sioux RoslawskiJuly 4, 2011 at 9:49 AM

    "...between the daylight and the dirt."

    So short, and yet so sweet. HITHDYDI? Every single day?

    Sometimes I don't like you very much! ;)

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  4. ellen abbottJuly 4, 2011 at 10:07 AM

    oh yes. you made me smile.

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  5. JinksyJuly 4, 2011 at 10:39 AM

    A gem of a poem worthy of VG's masterpiece.

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  6. Isabel DoyleJuly 4, 2011 at 10:43 AM

    I can't disagree with anything in your poem - only to add the book of verse and a glass of wine with thou

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  7. kelvin s.m.July 4, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    …’make love between the daylight and the dirt..’..how alluringly nailed…

    Thanks for the poem.

    ~Kelvin

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  8. AizaJuly 4, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    short, but passionately naughty. love it.

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 4, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    Sigh. So beautiful.

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  10. kaykualaJuly 4, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    Rolling in the hay literally speaking without any qualms. Your poem gave it respectability beautifully.

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  11. UnknownJuly 4, 2011 at 11:58 AM

    I agree with Brian :)
    And will you be appearing at Farm-Aid? ( if they still do that)
    We could turn that mutha into the new Woodstock!

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  12. HelenJuly 4, 2011 at 12:58 PM

    This is reminding me of my flower child days .... way too much!

    Splendid Mag!

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  13. Kathe W.July 4, 2011 at 1:00 PM

    ah yes- those were and are the days!

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  14. AmandaJuly 4, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    I like that explanation! Good job. :)

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  15. hedgewitchJuly 4, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    After about sixteen hours in between the daylight and the dirt, you'll be ready for a loaf of bread, some cold cuts and the blinding realization of what the wheat is really for. ;_)I loved it anyway--remembering the days I thought I could live on love.

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  16. LolamouseJuly 4, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    Perfect! Happy 4th!

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  17. G-ManJuly 4, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    Shay...
    Such a beautiful Romantic!
    Happy 4th of July My Friend

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  18. UnknownJuly 4, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    Simply perfect

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  19. MartinJuly 4, 2011 at 2:53 PM

    "...make love between the daylight and the dirt..." One polished facet of a poetic gem.

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  20. Maude LynnJuly 4, 2011 at 4:58 PM

    Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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  21. HelenaJuly 4, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    We've had minds thinking alike today...a lot of field 'visitors' on this week's 'pie! Wonderful write!

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  22. Gemma WisemanJuly 4, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    Crisp and sparkly! Alive with creative energy!

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  23. Tumblewords:July 4, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    Oh, yes and there was that, as well! Nicely tuned.

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  24. Chronicles of IllusionsJuly 4, 2011 at 10:51 PM

    Love the imagery here. :)

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  25. HermanTurnipJuly 4, 2011 at 11:02 PM

    I was watching a documentary on Van Gogh the other day and learned that some historians believe that Gauguin cut it off with a sword while the two were in a heated argument, and that Van Gogh made up the story of cutting off his own ear to protect Gauguin.

    That kind of puts my story of how I stubbed my toe on the stairs to shame.

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  26. JennyJuly 4, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    How cool! Here you are in my sidebar!

    Geez.

    You can really write. I'd like to be just like you when I grow up, but alas, I think I already have you by a few decades.

    Sigh.

    Brilliant writing here.

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  27. AnonymousJuly 5, 2011 at 1:20 AM

    That's a lovely take on the prompt! :)

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  28. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 5, 2011 at 4:58 AM

    "Who sees the world a little differently.."

    Your special vision is a constant delight to my inner eye.

    I love this thought and your words.

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  29. AnonymousJuly 5, 2011 at 9:20 AM

    I love your sentiment, beautiful, sensuous poem

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  30. Lynette KillamJuly 5, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    Lush, lovely and languid, Shay...a marvellous piece!

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  31. DianneJuly 6, 2011 at 9:08 AM

    Your prose is so lovely... and it fits with the painting wonderfully... Just beautiful...

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  32. Lucy WestenraJuly 6, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    I did! But I hadn't read your terse and telling post first! HONEST!

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  33. Tess KincaidJuly 6, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    oh yeah

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  34. Hannah StephensonJuly 7, 2011 at 8:56 AM

    I absolutely love this. This is so lovely in so few lines---hiding in love and wheat fields. Sigh.

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  35. Everyday GoddessJuly 7, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    i had a summer like that once.

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  36. hyperCRYPTICalJuly 7, 2011 at 5:01 PM

    Love this.

    Anna :o]

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  37. Ann GrenierJuly 9, 2011 at 3:46 PM

    "Kiss and lie", "daylight and dirt", light and dark, life and death: brilliantly simple statement of life. A gem!

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  38. AnonymousJuly 15, 2011 at 2:42 AM

    you should be declared a national...no, international treasure, Shay. no one, NO one writes like you do!

    the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the dirt...

    'scuse me, i've gotta go find a wheat field....

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