Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Nature: Her Words



  “Just living is not enough….one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” — Hans Christian Andersen



Photo: Sumana Roy


 Modern science says: 'The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future. 'From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass
we shall return. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are
drawn to our doom" Nikola Tesla





Midweek Motif ~ Nature: Her Words



We are back to Nature with our eyes open and heart ready to receive.

She is everywhere even within one self. Watch, listen and feel Her.

You might pay Her a visit by the riverside, sea-beach, or deep forest, mountains, in your innermost being or just might open the window and let Her in.

Captivate the form Nature reveals to you: animate, inanimate.

You might assume Her voice if you wish to and tell Her story: 

Fog
by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.



On The Grasshopper and Cricket
by John Keats

The Poetry of earth is never dead:    
  When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,    
  And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run    
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;    
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead       
  In summer luxury,—he has never done    
  With his delights; for when tired out with fun    
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.    
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:    
  On a lone winter evening, when the frost      
    Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills    
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,    
  And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,    
    The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.



      Nature Is What We See
   by Emily Dickinson 

"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity. 



  A Minor Bird
by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.





Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—
                (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Respect) 


15 comments:

  1. We are enjoying Nature to our fill. Join us :)

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  2. Thanks for the great prompt and the beautiful poetry

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  3. Thanks for another midweek boost

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  4. This challenged me so much: Start, stop, change, go! Thank you.

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  5. You have chosen some beautiful poems. Enjoyed this prompt. Thank you.

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  6. Hi kids, made onemore trek through the mountains to look after the farm while my sister is away. Nature was at her finest this morning....breathtaking. she gives us so much, no matter what.

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  7. What lovely poems you shared, Sumana. Thoughtful prompt as well.

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    1. I think the Emily Dickinson one is my new favorite. I don't recall reading it before.

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  8. Lovely prompt Sumana...I look forward to seeing the responses to this one. Happy Wednesday everyone. :-)

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  9. Thank you, Sumana. Hello to all

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  10. I'm late to this,my friends, but hopefully not too late. Look forward to reading you all, over the weekend (which it already is here).

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  11. I have posted my verse here after a long time. i will reading all the lovely poems soon.

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