In an Open Meadow

by Tamara   Aug 18, 2008


Standing in an open meadow;
the wind, clumsy child's hands
trying to braid my hair
then tossing it in frustration.

Laying in an open meadow;
the sun, gentle lover's hands
caressing my face
warming and bringing a glow.

Taking in an open meadow;
blue sky above me,
soft green grass below.
Indigo mountains, guard the jewel
of this hidden garden.
Filled with diamond daises
and saphire forget-me-nots,
scattered on an emerald carpet.

Staying in an open meadow,
time standing still.
All thoughts dissapate leaving room for serenity.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Very nicely done with well chosen words that expressed your thoughts with just the right meaning. bravo.

  • 17 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Laying in an open meadow;
    the sun, gentle lover's hands
    caressing my face
    warming and bringing a glow."

    Beautiful imagery that really touched me. The sun is so pleasurable and you described it perfectly.

    "Taking in an open meadow;
    blue sky above me,
    soft green grass below.
    Indigo mountains, guard the jewel
    of this hidden garden.
    Filled with diamond daises
    and saphire forget-me-nots,
    scattered on an emerald carpet."

    Wow, I'm just speechless. Right here, I was grasping every word, and there was so much images going through my mind. You certainly know who to capture the reader's attention.

    "Staying in an open meadow,
    time standing still.
    All thoughts dissapate leaving room for serenity."

    Wonderful ending, great word choice too.

    Keep writing, always and forever....

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