This week’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Kathryn Apel
The writing group I belong to meets on Tuesdays. This is always an incentive to have something to share: a work in progress, an idea to be fleshed out, a piece that has been revised. This Tuesday, I had nothing. I wrote a Slice of Life, however, as a way to jump start an idea I’d been mulling over: how my perspective of winter, my first here at the farm, had morphed since it first arrived in November.
Then, with an hour to go until writer’s group, I “found” this poem in that Slice of Life, with a little inspiration from a quote from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden: “If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
8 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Shifted Perspective”
Burnett’s quote is good, glad for the inspiration to ‘look again” & though somewhat sad, I like your words, “colors that bled away” & then that new look! When something is new, it is a challenge to find beauty. Thanks, Tara, for sharing part of your new life.
I love the “Wyeth-scape” and the way you’ve described it. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Oh, this is lovely. Finding a poem inside a story or essay can be such fun. I especially love the description of the flattened grass!
What a beautiful poem. You have been blessed – with your -scape, your words, and your perspective.
Tara, this poem makes me sigh with happiness. As I grow older I love the “off” seasons more than ever. I love finding the beauty in the husks and flattened meadow grass and the grandeur of those corn stalks. Your poem makes me feel like a partner in your finding. Thank you. I look forward to more.
This poem is a paean to slow, close observation. The sun-bronzed cornstalks, the feathery, flattened grass do not appear to the casual glance, only to one who walks through the landscape, watching. Thanks for giving me a view of your first winter at “Walden,” and happy new year, Tara.
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I grew up in a place most people can’t wait to get through as they make the long haul from Kansas to Denver and the mountains. It is flat and dry and almost completely treeless. I think it was a function of living in a place devoid of obvious beauty that taught me to look closely and appreciate light and shadow and patterns.
This is so lovely, Tara. We should all be more mindful of Burnett’s words and “see that the whole world is a garden.” I love those “sun bronzed cornstalks” and the “feathery beauty” of the pasture grass “dusted with morning frost.”