“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” Walt Whitman
Fleeting It happened, as I once noticed while traversing a field or two or so, that grass was fleeting, it came and went so momentary was this simple blanket of springs joy, its gloss soon enough a desicated paper, and in its brief passage, there I stood. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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These connections are fleeting, but stunning….you captured the moment superbly Paul…
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Very kind Ivor, encouraged by that response.
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I agree with ivor
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This poem brought a smile. It reminded me of how much I enjoy seeing the wind ripple a field of tall grass.
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I love that experience, on the farm it was always fun to watch, still enjoy it, glad to discover you do too.
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To catch that fleeting moment…not earth shattering maybe but certainly life changing!
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Well put, yes, that’s it really, thank you for that insight Punam
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You are welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Very lyrical. I love this poem, Paul.
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Many thanks Tracy, I do like that you picked up on the lyrical effect.
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Lovely poem ❤️😊
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Thank you very much indeed 🙂
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Wonderful poem Paul. The tiny grass tells us something about life. The way they bend with the wind, just for a moment.
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Yes, just for a moment, thank you Rupali 🙂
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I also agree with ivor. Cant say it better. Michael
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He was very kind.
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Indeed. Thank you!
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So so beautiful – took me back to wheatbelt and farm days
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It came from there 🙂
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