Berry wild..
I hold my hands still
awaiting his wild touch
fearful that I,
so red and quaint and quiet
baskets of berries & poetry,
should scare him from me
I let him have all my sweet
all my savagery—
all he can eat
~The Hollow Quiet
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I hold my hands still
awaiting his wild touch
fearful that I,
so red and quaint and quiet
baskets of berries & poetry,
should scare him from me
I let him have all my sweet
all my savagery—
all he can eat
~The Hollow Quiet
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It's been my experience from the time I was a young farm kid that, the wild low bush blueberries and tiny field strawberries were not only the most vivid, but the most flavorful and so, I stopped a while to sate myself.
The best fruit I think, lies in it's natural state, partially hidden by the field grass which offers it's own pungent aroma when stooping down to part their stems where lies, those first glimpses of ripe, beautiful fruit. Digging deeper for your rewards pay their own dividends....
The best fruit I think, lies in it's natural state, partially hidden by the field grass which offers it's own pungent aroma when stooping down to part their stems where lies, those first glimpses of ripe, beautiful fruit. Digging deeper for your rewards pay their own dividends....
Magenta · F
@Freeranger Mmm such a vivid visual and sensation. Reminded me of growing up in Oregon, on a summers day, picking blackberries. Big, juicy, succulent. Hanging from the vine as natural as nature ever was.. 💜
Freeranger · M
@Magenta May we all take the time to fling down a small carpet in our fields of comfort, strip off our clothes and lie naked on our backs, making objects from the clouds overhead...😘
Btw, I wanted to turn you on to this stark piece I watched just last night. It resonated with me as, earlier in life, and trying to live off my G.I. Bill, I went back to school not far from the Canadian border, and along the Maine coast in a boatbuilding program, where we all as students had to scramble to find housing, as there were no students dorms or anything. I fortunately found, and was able to rent, an early 1900's three bedroom house along Cobscook Bay, within walking distance from the school, back in the early 1900's built by a Norwegian immigrant who, as the town's rigger in Eastport, was responsible for making sure that the town's herring fleet had taut gear for their masts and our boat rigging. It was here I would spend the next two years in this bare necessity status, trying to live off my Veteran's check. There were no frills, but....there was this stark beauty right there along the sea that was raw, visceral, and appealing. So, in making a short story longer for you, and as one whom I think I may be in tandem with in the way that nature plays upon our emotions....this movie I viewed last night shot me back to that time. I think, or I hope, for whatever it may be worth, it might resonate with you as well. Fingers crossed I'm not off the mark with this. I love the stark beauty of this one. Bare, real....and so very wonderful.
Taste it, see if it's for you or not. It's fine if you shut it down. We all march to the beat of our own drummers.
[media=https://youtu.be/KLH2D7I_XSw]
Btw, I wanted to turn you on to this stark piece I watched just last night. It resonated with me as, earlier in life, and trying to live off my G.I. Bill, I went back to school not far from the Canadian border, and along the Maine coast in a boatbuilding program, where we all as students had to scramble to find housing, as there were no students dorms or anything. I fortunately found, and was able to rent, an early 1900's three bedroom house along Cobscook Bay, within walking distance from the school, back in the early 1900's built by a Norwegian immigrant who, as the town's rigger in Eastport, was responsible for making sure that the town's herring fleet had taut gear for their masts and our boat rigging. It was here I would spend the next two years in this bare necessity status, trying to live off my Veteran's check. There were no frills, but....there was this stark beauty right there along the sea that was raw, visceral, and appealing. So, in making a short story longer for you, and as one whom I think I may be in tandem with in the way that nature plays upon our emotions....this movie I viewed last night shot me back to that time. I think, or I hope, for whatever it may be worth, it might resonate with you as well. Fingers crossed I'm not off the mark with this. I love the stark beauty of this one. Bare, real....and so very wonderful.
Taste it, see if it's for you or not. It's fine if you shut it down. We all march to the beat of our own drummers.
[media=https://youtu.be/KLH2D7I_XSw]
Magenta · F
@Freeranger Hmmm interesting. I do enjoy real and raw. It reaches deeper into you and doesn't skim the surface. But it also depends on how it's portrayed. There's a decent way and a repulsive way. I'm feeling like this may be on the line.
Thank you, I may check it out further. I can always turn it off, yes? ;-)
Thank you, I may check it out further. I can always turn it off, yes? ;-)