Polly

Writings and Witterings

In Praise of …

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A blade of
A swathe of
A sheaf of
A stem of
A dipping dancing dream of
A green of
Grass.

Gladly glancing
Dew enhanced
Lovely lance
Sway and tilt
Loll and lilt
Beauteous sward of
This the lord of
Many lands.

Gardeners
Try to tame, contain,
The wildest of
Our natural grain
Graminoids: lawn, turf, sedges, rushes, cereal, bamboo
Populous
Green
Grass.

Polly Robinson Β© 2012

Re-posting today in response to k’s ‘It’s hard to be green …’ over at dVerse poets.

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24 thoughts on “In Praise of …

  1. What a beautiful poem about something as simple and as complex as a blade of grass, all the universe in your words here. Thanks for the gift of your words.

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  2. A very “green” and lustrous poem – now where’s a new mown lawn for me to roll about on?

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  3. I pounced on the word “graminoids” ! lance, tilt, lilt… lovely.

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    • Isn’t it just the most amazing word, Jane? Our language is wonderful … or do you have another reason for liking it? You’re not, perchance, a graminoid expert or anything … are you? πŸ˜€

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  4. Dear polly, your poems put me to shame.
    You make even the most mundane things seem beautiful. πŸ™‚

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  5. All the ways to describe what we take for granted underfoot. It wasn’t until the managers of our condo (where we rent, and humbly) started drenching the God-given assortments of grass with wee-killers that I was spurred to action! Wisconsin has all sorts of wild prairie grasses, each more interesting than the next. Green is heaven. Bless you! Peace, Amy

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  6. Green grass, alas!, is under-appreciated/recognized, as you so poignantly point out. Thank you…

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  7. oh nice..what a grass symphony you compose here…ha…don’t tame it…just let it dance and sway free in the breeze…smiles

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  8. …a soft blade grass can truly bring so many many things into one’s mind… and yours just show it… ah, now time to smell the sky… smiles…

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  9. Sweet tribute to grass…..each blade a creation of such beauty…..;)

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  10. Never too much of it for me! (Who spends a great deal of time in NYC.) Very clever – you’ve run through the gamut – danced really. Thanks, Polly! k.

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  11. Your poem swirls and twirls on a blade of grass, I say, Let it grow, greatly flow, wide and clear !

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  12. What a beutiful dance of words for grass, I want to go out and dance barefoot.

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  13. Oh, I do look forward to the green grass of summer here….if it ever comes! Your poem gives me hope.

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  14. ah, actually i dont mind cutting it as much as i groan…its like a meditation for me personally…and i love the feel of grass on my bare feet….wont be long now before i have to cut it…

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  15. This poem flowed nicely and I long for the green grass of summer..

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  16. A thoughtful and beautiful reflection on grass – lovely.

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  17. Oh, I love this! I love the rhyme and style you wrote this in. πŸ™‚

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