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It was foggy and cool, one of those slow motion mornings 
where your breath hangs around long after things have been said.
Words circled like halos searching for a place to land.
The chickens were in Kenzie’s pasture.
They sometimes walk in without us knowing and settle down in the corners.
Chicken feathers might camouflage well with fallen oak leaves, but they cannot hide
from a dog who smells around corners.
We spent the morning running in our pajamas in the wet grass, setting chickens free, trying to contain the unleashed.
The day started with steam rolling off the cold metal farm fencing and a long breathy ‘NO!’
When it was all over…
There were cob-webs
Dancing
In dried winter grass
Dew clung to branches
Sunlight tangled
In ancient wisteria
Nature laughs and carries on
Long after our footsteps rise up from the fog
Long after our pleas crest the wings of oak leaves and fallen feathers
Long after we leave the scene
Your car rolls out of the driveway
The green door shuts.
Exit stage left…
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20 comments
January 13, 2012 at 4:31 AM
Wow … you are on such a quality roll, what a pleasure to read your ‘message in prose/poem bottles’ …
January 13, 2012 at 9:38 AM
Hi Gabri,
Thanks. My blog is like a big playground to me. I realized last night that I had been so focused on getting my Dreamwork letter done that I did not have anything ready to be posted for Friday morning. This is why I love taking pictures. I can look at them and I am reminded of where I was, what I was thinking and they all contain stories.
Hope you are doing well. I always appreciate your comments.
Nicole~
January 13, 2012 at 8:00 AM
That’s lovely Nicole, I wish I had the ability to write with such beauty and insight. Your dog who smells around corners made me chuckle, reminds me of my old bullmastiff Vinnie.
January 13, 2012 at 11:00 AM
Hi Beth,
I tend to think we each have an ability whether it is writing or something totally different.
I was looking at your blog. And wondering why someone would want someone back who dumped them. Curious, but I know we are each on a specific journey. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting.
Nicole~
January 13, 2012 at 9:57 AM
Very Beautiful, reminds me of my childhood, timeless feelings.
January 13, 2012 at 11:08 AM
Hi Kathy,
If we could only have snapshots of all those timeless childhood moments. That would be wonderful. Dan Goodwin also had a post up about three words; I think mine were joy, gardening and hmmm? I think it was productivity. Maybe I should refocus on that last one.
Nicole~
January 13, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Hello My Friend Nicole -
You got my attention – I can see the chickens running around. How liberating to run around in your pajamas! BLISS!
In love with your poetry,
Nancy
January 13, 2012 at 1:33 PM
Hi Nancy,
I can’t say in this instance that it was very liberating. It is very stressful to try and get the chickens from her. She usually does not even go after then to kill, but just to play. Chickens are so fragile though and they die just from being picked up too harshly. She just wants to play with them and run around the yard with them and it does not usually end well. In this case, luckily it did. (No chickens were harmed in the taking of this picture or the writing of this post.)
Nicole~
January 13, 2012 at 4:30 PM
Thanks to your beautiful post, it made me remembering my childhood at my grandparents.
January 14, 2012 at 1:38 PM
Hi Cindy,
A lot of people said this post made them nostalgic. I thought that was interesting. My grandparents always had a lot of birds in their back-yard and I oddly remember watching television on their back-porch. They never had chickens. Just a lot of blue birds and red birds.
Nicole~
January 13, 2012 at 9:59 PM
Soothing, peaceful, inclusive, nostalgia, farms, bare, feet, dreamy … thanks for giving my mind wings, to make it take off like a kite … for a while, the duration of your poem, plus time lost in the fog.
January 14, 2012 at 1:40 PM
Hi Beat,
I enjoyed your email about your goals for 2012. I liked the part about being a writer who blogs not a blogger who writes. What an interesting take on it. Glad to give your mind wings. We all need that from time to time. No fun being grounded.
Nicole~
January 15, 2012 at 8:38 AM
Thoughts along the lines of “writer who blogs not a blogger who writes” compliments Ev Bogue, I believe, that is compliments you who intro’ed me to Ev – things come full circle, don’t they :-]
- Beat
January 15, 2012 at 11:47 AM
Discernment is always the best practice. I love the statement about being a writer who blogs – it makes sense -but it doesn’t take away from what the medium of blogging has given back to me. I think in the end, I wouldn’t mind being known as a great blogger. To show the way on how to do it right and authentically, it doesn’t all have to be about traffic scores and marketing, but more of a balance. But I guess it depends on everyone’s chosen path.
January 16, 2012 at 5:49 PM
What wonderful imagery! Like someone else said, loved the line about the dog smelling around corners. I can picture the whole laughing chaotic scene. PS–Tried to add my website, but got a box that said I couldn’t right click (to paste in the link) on your blog. As you know, I’m using Google Chrome instead of IE these days, so maybe there was a glitch there.
Anyway, thanks for the smile.
January 16, 2012 at 7:06 PM
Hi Galen,
Thanks so much for the complimentary response. Someone was telling me the other day that my writing was good because like the dog, I could smell around corners and explain things in ways some can’t. Not sure about all that but it was interesting.
No, there was no glitch. I have a plugin installed on my blog that prevents right clicking to try and cut down on people copying content. I had a strange experience where someone took a whole post and reposted it on their blog. I guess if someone wanted to bad enough they would find a way.
You would just have to type your URL in the box instead of pasting it in.
Nicole~
January 17, 2012 at 3:12 AM
I’ve felt something while reading your post. Thanks for giving me that. I have remembered a moment that is something special.
January 17, 2012 at 11:44 AM
Hi Kelly,
We mostly live in a society that has all but forgotten how to feel. The good feelings have been buried with the bad. The intention of my writing is to make others feel – so I have done what I set out to do. If I can make somebody feel then it is my hope that that feeling will motivate someone to create beautiful things in the world. Creation through nostalgia, joy, companionship and hope – not through anger. Thank-you so much. Your comment gives me validation.
Nicole~
April 10, 2012 at 9:33 PM
Really impressed! Everything is very, very clear, open is a description of the problem. It contains the information that made me to remember my childhood years in my Grandma’s home. Love the way you right the poem, love it!
April 10, 2012 at 11:13 PM
Hi Marielle,
Thanks so much for commenting. For some reason this particular post was nostalgic to a lot of people. I wonder if it came up for you because of your Bifold Door Supplies. Interesting how that one line about the Green Door brought you here. The internet seems like a small world sometimes.
Take Care,
Nicole~