tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post1979344984715472098..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: A Wild PoppyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66745025962318747692011-11-27T08:31:52.295-08:002011-11-27T08:31:52.295-08:00Thank you, Tom.Thank you, Tom.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-47040721142750682842011-11-27T06:54:01.880-08:002011-11-27T06:54:01.880-08:00What a delightful and inspiring poem/post and comm...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.Lallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43207675047173954202011-11-27T01:00:17.453-08:002011-11-27T01:00:17.453-08:00Vassilis,
The red one's for you.Vassilis,<br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/de/Anemones5.jpg" rel="nofollow">The red one's for you</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-42136108477067268982011-11-27T00:02:42.349-08:002011-11-27T00:02:42.349-08:00An
Ανεμώνη--a wind
flower is a waiting--
Αναμο...An<br /> <br />Ανεμώνη--a wind<br /><br />flower is a waiting--<br /><br />Αναμονή.<br /><br /><br />Glad the wind brought it, Tom.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65340004512321684372011-11-26T22:57:55.409-08:002011-11-26T22:57:55.409-08:00Steve,
Ah, the beautiful wordless language of col...Steve,<br /><br />Ah, the beautiful wordless language of colour --<br /><br />to be in this way beginning<br />something, is just as<br /><br />such a color, in both cases<br />what is here<br /><br />-- and everywhere, if we're looking.<br /><br />(Though perhaps not always quite this bright.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-19652057147424859732011-11-26T21:18:09.163-08:002011-11-26T21:18:09.163-08:00Tom,
What a surprise, all those bright reds again...Tom,<br /><br />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"<br /><br />11.26<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, silver of planet above branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> to be in this way beginning<br /> something, is just as<br /><br /> such a color, in both cases<br /> what is here, thought<br /><br />grey white clouds against top of ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10015942472152307182011-11-26T09:52:24.493-08:002011-11-26T09:52:24.493-08:00Sure, Donna, that would be fine.Sure, Donna, that would be fine.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59985092521733985992011-11-26T09:49:24.963-08:002011-11-26T09:49:24.963-08:00I like your poem so much. It floats, the color of ...I like your poem so much. It floats, the color of color. I want to share it at word pond. May I? Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9311408243983597522011-11-26T09:29:59.423-08:002011-11-26T09:29:59.423-08:00Thank you muchly, people.
I don't know, it j...Thank you muchly, people. <br /><br />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.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-47964179278359929782011-11-26T08:59:40.824-08:002011-11-26T08:59:40.824-08:00I love the poem, esp:
Shimmering
like a candy pap...I love the poem, esp:<br /><br />Shimmering<br />like a candy paper<br />caught in flame<br /><br />For a moment<br />when<br />the wind stops<br /><br />And of course the poppies. Beautiful.Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-15110259207266358292011-11-26T08:57:10.918-08:002011-11-26T08:57:10.918-08:00there is something
magical
about wild flowers
Wil...there is something<br />magical<br />about wild flowers<br /><br />Wild Poppies<br />Wild Day Lillies<br />Wild Orchids<br /><br />Magic as via your piece & in the photos<br /><br />and<br /><br />true to as both you and Don "have it"<br />may I intrude with (a cpl of mine?):<br /><br />Wild Orchid<br />playing<br />with the wind<br /><br />Some Flower<br />messing<br />with my mind<br /><br />cheered me to the bone your post today.... thanksEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49346242312875753952011-11-26T08:24:24.294-08:002011-11-26T08:24:24.294-08:00Nice poem and images, Tom. Brings back memories o...Nice poem and images, Tom. Brings back memories of hillsides in Spain, covered with poppies.Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17150292834089323928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20036541334432030282011-11-26T08:14:48.422-08:002011-11-26T08:14:48.422-08:00Don,
Many thanks. That's a small beauty, your...Don,<br /><br />Many thanks. That's a small beauty, yours, for sure.<br /><br />You might say this particular flower, that day, picked me. <br /><br />Well, I had a hitchhiking partner, so I really should say "us".<br /><br />Luck can take so many forms and colours.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54165936802521664602011-11-26T08:05:05.891-08:002011-11-26T08:05:05.891-08:00Curtis,
The poem was writ in a notebook while wai...Curtis,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />It was a windy day, but otherwise, the countryside looked not unlike <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/65/Plantation_arganier_Luc_Viatour.JPG" rel="nofollow">this</a>.<br /><br />The bright red poppy seemed to jump right out of that muted ochre-and-olive landscape.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-19187675934393867282011-11-26T07:55:24.394-08:002011-11-26T07:55:24.394-08:00Oh, I so, so love the way the hand wavers (like a ...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).<br /><br />I hope you'll let me share this, just finished the other day, after thinking about it for quite sometime <br /><br /><i>Today, just letting it be,<br />the Flower<br />picks you</i><br /><br />DonIssa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28461162062406015912011-11-26T06:54:04.659-08:002011-11-26T06:54:04.659-08:00This is the day's first miracle. A few minute...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. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.com