Septuagenarian farmer sows seed.
His eyes shine brightly
imagining possibilities.
One last bumper crop
then winter’s rest.
Pinning percale sheets on line,
she turns to stare across the fields,
proud of him, their land, their children.
Inside clapboard farmhouse
baking bread wafts yeasty scent.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. De is hosting and asks us to literally ponder possibilities. Key word to use in our exactly 44 word poem (sans title) is “possible” or a form of the word. Photo from pixabay.com
Beautiful words…
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This is gorgeously worded, Lillian 😀 I can sense the inner satisfaction as well as the aroma of “baking bread,”… which is no doubt delicious and welcoming. Love it! 💝💝
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This is a wonderful image of tranquility in hard work. It must be so rewarding to sow your own seeds and turn it all the way to bread.
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What a gorgeous little slice of time, Lill. I love the two sides of this.
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I love how you have the farmer still imagining possibilities in his twilight years. They seem like a satisfied couple who are proud to reap what they have sowed!
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I can so picture this scene in my mind that you portray. Lovely Lillian.
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A lovely portrait of a wholesome life well-spent, Lill. I love that the septuagenarian farmer still imagines possibilities. I hope I can still do that when I’m seventy – and I hope my husband will still be baking bread!
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Let’s hear it for we septuagenarians! This is so Iowa, so America–a perfect quadrille. This would make a wonderful 60 second public service commercial, the images are so vivid.
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I absolutely love this Lillian. These vivid snapshot scenes. Wonderful.
It makes me think of Jane Smiley’s trilogy of a farm family in Iowa.
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Beautifully written!
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such vivid imagery with scents and emotions also included, powerful piece Lillian!
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Beautiful slice of life!
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You paint a beautiful picture of the satisfactions of working the land, of sowing and reaping possibilities.
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From harvest to table. A lovely poem demonstrative of farm life.
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Love that smell of fresh bread. Enjoy the fruits of the farm.
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You pictured a perfect Iowa morning on the farm, Lillian…love it!
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Sensual and cinematic. Awesome work, Lillian
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Gardens, clotheslines and yeasty bread reminded me of home.
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Really enjoyed your poem!
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Lillian I feel a grounding here but also the wings of possibility. Very beautiful quadrille.
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Beautiful words and lovely imagery
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I could feel the images in your poem. Looking out over the fields… pinning clothes on the line… every year a new possibility
Well done.
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Nice little flash of an Iowa morning. Endearing!
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you took us with you, Lillian. harvest will come.
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This holds the comfort of a Rockwell painting.
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I feel like I’m right there with all of this sensory image. A loving feel to your poem, Lilian.
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Exuding comfort and happiness, lovely.
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Beyond beautiful …. to Iowa and back again a hundred times.
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This is lovely Lillian. You have kindly described many of my neighbours still toiling away into their upper years.
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Lillian,
You painted a clear picture with your words of a hardworking farming family. Your descriptive words drew me in.
Thanks for sharing.
Ali
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