Sunday Slam Sermon
the words : Field Thick Brown High Plant Quiet Morning Vase Sofa Tea Stroll
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the poem:
{Literature.Writing.562.886}: Victoria Oak Elliott {lane52} Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:48:12 PST (24 lines)
dying ground
the field lay thick in sunshine
brown high ridges all around
there is no plant emerging
in this fallow acre just
cubes of hay spaced symmetrical
for your eye to follow like
an escher print motionless
yet moving how? in the quiet
in the morning after the blue
vase broke into a million
crazed sky pieces and you
lay crying on the sofa
softly.
not even tea with lemon
helped, not even with the
sweetness of apology
the hesitant smile of
humility.
so i stroll
alone
among the finished
fields of summer.
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the poem:
{Literature.Writing.562.886}: Victoria Oak Elliott {lane52} Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:48:12 PST (24 lines)
dying ground
the field lay thick in sunshine
brown high ridges all around
there is no plant emerging
in this fallow acre just
cubes of hay spaced symmetrical
for your eye to follow like
an escher print motionless
yet moving how? in the quiet
in the morning after the blue
vase broke into a million
crazed sky pieces and you
lay crying on the sofa
softly.
not even tea with lemon
helped, not even with the
sweetness of apology
the hesitant smile of
humility.
so i stroll
alone
among the finished
fields of summer.