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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for magpie 72

38 comments:

Daryl said...

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

Brian Miller said...

will you run for president?

Sioux said...

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

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

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

ellen abbott said...

oh yes. you made me smile.

Jinksy said...

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

Isabel Doyle said...

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

WINDOWLAD said...

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

Thanks for the poem.

~Kelvin

Miss `Chievous said...

short, but passionately naughty. love it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sigh. So beautiful.

kaykuala said...

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

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

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!

Helen said...

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

Splendid Mag!

Kathe W. said...

ah yes- those were and are the days!

Amanda said...

I like that explanation! Good job. :)

hedgewitch said...

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.

Lolamouse said...

Perfect! Happy 4th!

G-Man said...

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

Kim Nelson said...

Simply perfect

Martin H. said...

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

Mama Zen said...

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Lena said...

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

Gemma Wiseman said...

Crisp and sparkly! Alive with creative energy!

Tumblewords: said...

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

Jo Bryant said...

Love the imagery here. :)

HermanTurnip said...

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.

Jenny said...

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.

thegalnxtdoor said...

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

Kerry O'Connor said...

"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.

mindlovemisery said...

I love your sentiment, beautiful, sensuous poem

Lynette Killam said...

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

Dianne said...

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

Lucy Westenra said...

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

Tess Kincaid said...

oh yeah

Hannah Stephenson said...

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

Everyday Goddess said...

i had a summer like that once.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Love this.

Anna :o]

Ann Grenier said...

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

haikulovesongs said...

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....