Might I take a seat here, please,
inside this idyllic photograph?
Feel tall grasses brush against bare shins,
wiggle toes in flower petals and stems.
Gaze at pristeen white barn
settled in among the green,
all quietly still that day.
I would lie back, eyes softly closed.
Breathe in deeply, fresh cool air,
untainted by cruelty, division, or derision.
Eyes open, I would swim deeply
amongst wispy billowing clouds
dancing in sky blue patches above my head.
Then . . . stretching my arms wide,
I would move them up and down at my sides
until a gentle flower/grass angel’s wings appear,
unlike winter’s icey-cold snowy counterparts.
Rising up, I would take two giant steps away,
look down and smile.
There is my impression.
Where grasses and blooms lie flat,
there resides spring’s angel imprinted on the field.
In reality, I hold the photo in my hand.
Its freshness, its simple beauty,
reminds me of that which once was me
many many years of springs ago.
Naively unaware, just living in the moment,
in those myriads of moments,
unaware of bends in the road ahead.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today I’m hosting OLN (Open Link Night). Writers are welcome to share one poem of their choosing, no required length, format, or topic. ALTERNATIVELY, they may use the OPTIONAL prompt which I provide: write a poem inspired by the photograph above.
lillian the home poet 
Nostalgia for what has passed is such a strong feeling, and I think an image like the one you had may bring different memories… I think though, that we needs those moments to relax and be able to go on.
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“moments to relax and be able to go on….” Oh my yes! In today’s political climage here, I look for and relish those! Glad to be hosting the pub today to get my head into poetry 🙂
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Thank you for the invitation to join you in the photograph, Lill, and for the touch of nostalgia, which we all need now and again. I love the thought of feeling ‘tall grasses brush against bare shins’ and swimming ‘deeply amongst wispy billowing clouds’. I couldn’t help go ‘mmm’ when I read the alliterative phrase ‘myriads of moments’.
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So glad you enjoyed, Kim. I just love the feeling this photo gives me.
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It is a lovely photo.
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Lillian, I see this still resides vividly within you. I like what Bjorn says about it.
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Some days, I would just like to escape into this photo.
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I can understand why, it’s an idyllic scene.
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Highly sensorial work, Lillian. Totally drew me in (though we’re still months away, here. I esp loved the grassy snow angels. Thanks. And thanks for hosting!
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Always enjoy tending the pub! Reading and enjoying so many diverse posts takes me away from the new…a very nice respite.
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You completely drew me in Lillan – filled my senses and made me feel nostalgic for somehere I’ve never been. I am now longing for my favourite wildflorer meadow, which is 30 miles, and several monhs away.
I shall certainly make a flower-angel this summer.
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So very glad you enjoyed it! Yes….I smiled when my mind came up with the idea of a flower angel! 🙂
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I can hear the nostalgic sigh flow through this one, Lillian! Brava!
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Thank you, Frank. Glad you enjoyed!
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I think we’d all like to join you there, Lill. I think nostalgia is often longing for a past that wasn’t, but I think you’d like to experience the past that was–just those few perfect minutes.
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Yes, some days, I’d like to just escape into this photo!
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I don’t blame you!
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I think you found a comfortable bench to relax with your life …
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oooh I would love to have a bench within this photo! I’d just magically blend into the picture and take an hour out of every day, away from the 24/7 new cycle, and just breathe!
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Did you ever see Enchanted April? Your poem seems a spiritual twin to that movie, we all want the idyllic or pastoral to transform us, and sometimes it does.
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Have never seen Enchanged April. Will definitely look for it now!
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There is my impression.
Where grasses and blooms lie flat,
there resides spring’s angel imprinted on the field.
This is so beautiful and nostalgic, Lillian!
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Thank you, Dwight. So glad you enjoyed it. It’s always been a special photograph to me!
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You are very welcome!
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Ahh, that is how life is, isn’t it? I want to be in that photo and do all those things, too–seems most idyllic! Beautiful poem and photo.
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Thank you, Jennifer. I think that’s one of the most wonderful things about photographs….you can go back in time and space…to be with people who have passed, to return to a scene…I still make photo albums. I think it so sad that many people only have photos on their phones these days. I do love to take an album off the shelf, and flip through it with a nice cup of coffee by my side.
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This image spoke to me as it clearly did to you as well. Thank you for offering it. I decided to write mine from a place of innocence. Yours has a wistfulness of memory. Wonderful stuff.
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So very glad you enjoyed the photo. “Wonderful stuff” indeed! Thanks so much for posting to it! As I commented to you, I love the addition of the cat and the foal…..they would truly just fit right into the image….you know they’re perhaps in the field over, or inside the barn, just out of sight!
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Memories….. Lovely Lillian!
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Talk about virtual reality. I often want to walk into paintings.
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Your words took me into that beautiful photograph and boy do I need to go there. Let my thoughts fly if only for a few moments. So refreshing thank you.
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This poem is such a soothing massage of words…almost….almost….for one can feel the bends in those roads may turn out of be sharper than imagined…beautifully done.
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