Thursday, March 7, 2013

Standing in My Road

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Standing in My Road
 
Winding, weathered,
winter hit it hard,
scooping buckets of gravel from
the path most chosen.
 
Tires hate them.
My feet have yet to step
to their muddy bottom.
 
It's an easy waltz
round and down,
past the coarse to the
 
smooth middle.
 
I stand,
a peg of humanity in the vastness
of sky and fields
that spiral around me in a
melody of textured browns
and blue glaze.
 
Lightness pulls me upward.
 
My eyes lock heavenly,
up and up I grow,
feet locked in my plot,
my head in the clouds
searching above
for more
room to live.
 
 
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
 
 

32 comments:

  1. We are but a peg of humanity in this vastness. So well said, thanks.

    Pamela

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    1. Thank you. Sometimes it's enough, I think.

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  2. Oh wow,growing from the land, searching for more space in which to live... very nice!

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    1. Thank, Di. We all need room to grow, I think.

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  3. The photo and poem immediately conjured up images of the midwest for me. You achieved a sense of place using description.

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    1. Perceptive eye, Victoria. The midwest, indeed. And thank you.

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  4. I stand,
    a peg of humanity in the vastness
    of sky and fields
    that spiral around me in a
    melody of textured browns
    and blue glaze.

    dude that bit right there...i could live in that...sounds like you got all the space...i could probably throw a stone over 2-3 neighbors houses....ha....

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    1. Hah. Brian, you could throw a stone, run and pick it up and throw it again and again for twenty minutes before you hit a house. Thanks again.

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  5. This is fine work! I like the way you describe, not a general place, but a specific spot of road, potholes and all, and then spin out from there into the vastness of space.

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    1. Hello, Nico. Nice to meet you, and thanks for noticing that transition.

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  6. ...I love it as a place to feel free, that opens me up to the possibilities, the heavens, my head already in the clouds usually ;)

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    1. Yes, Katy, so true. Freedom and possibilities go so well together. Thank you.

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  7. a peg of humanity in the vastness
    of sky and fields...very cool and not bad at all having the head in the clouds...smiles

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    1. It's refreshing here in the clouds...thanks, Claudia.

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  8. Wow what a wonderful poem...love the last stanza.

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  9. Beautiful poem of gorgeous country - loved the 'melody of textured browns and blue glaze'. K

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  10. All praise already said I can but echo the rest. Beautiful

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  12. This reminded me of a feeling I used to get standing in my grandparents' pasture. It was a wonderful overwhelming feeling of being tiny in something huge and beautiful, but also right in the middle of it. I also get that sense of peace reading it.

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    1. Yeah, Heidi, that works for me, too. Standing, turning, taking in everything, horizon to horizon, and up. Crazy.

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  13. A lovely evocation of place.

    I like that core line much:

    Lightness pulls me upward.

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  14. i liked how intense your lines were... felt the struggle of daily life unfold

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  15. What a lovely reflections ~ I specially like the peg of humanity and searching above for more room to live ~

    Wishing you happy weekend ~

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    1. Thanks, Grace. Hope you're having a good one, too.

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