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Saturday, 26 November 2011

A Wild Poppy

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Papaver (Wild Poppy), Zürich-Affoltern, Switzerland: photo by Roland zh, 12 June 2011




The hand a halo
does not touch it
it wavers

A wild poppy
shimmers
in the wind

Dust blows in the sun
the wind
stops blowing

We stand by the road
a leaf blows
against a stone

A poppy
the curious
pelted foldedness

Of a poppy
in the wind
its livery

Shimmering
like a candy paper
caught in flame

For a moment
when
the wind stops






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Papaver (Wild Poppy), Zürich-Affoltern, Switzerland: photo by Roland zh, 12 June 2011

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Wild Poppies, Estonia
: photo by Geonarva, 23 June 2008

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Wild Poppies in wheat field
: photo by Biso, 3 September 2006

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Boroujerd, Lorestan Province, Iran, spring
: photo by Arman7, 3 March 2010

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Poppies in Valdemoro, Community of Madrid, Spain: photo by Manuel M. Vicente, 24 May 2008

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Rain clouds over a camomile field with poppy in front of the Veste Otzberg: photo by Reiner Müller, 30 June 2007; edit by Digon 4 July 2007

16 comments:

ACravan said...

This is the day's first miracle. A few minutes ago, I encountered the coarsest, most wantonly negative thing I had read in a while, one of those strings of words that makes you want to just close your eyes and give up. Then this, which is like capturing the moving air and balancing it for the lens so that you can remember it and bring the feeling back when you need it. Curtis

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Oh, I so, so love the way the hand wavers (like a halo) in the first line ... wonder full poem, Tom, and the photos are so alive, together all as water for a thirsty soul (as Curtis so precisely accounts).

I hope you'll let me share this, just finished the other day, after thinking about it for quite sometime

Today, just letting it be,
the Flower
picks you


Don

TC said...

Curtis,

The poem was writ in a notebook while waiting (hoping!) for a ride to come along, by the side of a road in Morocco, in June of 1965.

It was a windy day, but otherwise, the countryside looked not unlike this.

The bright red poppy seemed to jump right out of that muted ochre-and-olive landscape.

TC said...

Don,

Many thanks. That's a small beauty, yours, for sure.

You might say this particular flower, that day, picked me.

Well, I had a hitchhiking partner, so I really should say "us".

Luck can take so many forms and colours.

Marcia said...

Nice poem and images, Tom. Brings back memories of hillsides in Spain, covered with poppies.

Ed Baker said...

there is something
magical
about wild flowers

Wild Poppies
Wild Day Lillies
Wild Orchids

Magic as via your piece & in the photos

and

true to as both you and Don "have it"
may I intrude with (a cpl of mine?):

Wild Orchid
playing
with the wind

Some Flower
messing
with my mind

cheered me to the bone your post today.... thanks

Nin Andrews said...

I love the poem, esp:

Shimmering
like a candy paper
caught in flame

For a moment
when
the wind stops

And of course the poppies. Beautiful.

TC said...

Thank you muchly, people.

I don't know, it just seemed the right moment for something bright, a spot of brightness that turned into a sea... on which to float.

donnafleischer said...

I like your poem so much. It floats, the color of color. I want to share it at word pond. May I? Thank you.

TC said...

Sure, Donna, that would be fine.

STEPHEN RATCLIFFE said...

Tom,

What a surprise, all those bright reds against tawny brown, against green, below grey, next to blue, all over the world -- "the curious/ pelted foldedness"

11.26

light coming into sky above black plane
of ridge, silver of planet above branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

to be in this way beginning
something, is just as

such a color, in both cases
what is here, thought

grey white clouds against top of ridge,
shadowed green pine on tip of sandspit

TC said...

Steve,

Ah, the beautiful wordless language of colour --

to be in this way beginning
something, is just as

such a color, in both cases
what is here

-- and everywhere, if we're looking.

(Though perhaps not always quite this bright.)

vazambam said...

An

Ανεμώνη--a wind

flower is a waiting--

Αναμονή.


Glad the wind brought it, Tom.

TC said...

Vassilis,

The red one's for you.

Lally said...

What a delightful and inspiring poem/post and comment thread Tom. I can only say Amen to the entire day's entry and thank you, all.

donnafleischer said...

Thank you, Tom.