tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post7171553790562092739..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: Pastoral Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-75465552366811062472019-10-08T09:23:17.614-04:002019-10-08T09:23:17.614-04:00My husband grew up on a dairy farm...so yeah...not...My husband grew up on a dairy farm...so yeah...nothing stops that routine.....thank you for coming by!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-68006666734080727562019-10-08T09:22:25.868-04:002019-10-08T09:22:25.868-04:00Funny how rhyme pops up, unasked...and yet, I felt...Funny how rhyme pops up, unasked...and yet, I felt this poem needed it. (I despise wasps---been stung twice---but I tried to get over that here. )Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-72740441545888569262019-10-08T09:20:32.725-04:002019-10-08T09:20:32.725-04:00I'm sorry death is a regular companion. Funer...I'm sorry death is a regular companion. Funerals do help the living...sometimes...and so do graveyards...sometimes...as for the latter, I don't know if it's the embrace of so much departed company or the beauty in the aging stones, but I find them comforting places. Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-12411606914592236862019-10-08T09:13:55.765-04:002019-10-08T09:13:55.765-04:00I wish I could've filmed the falcon swooping i...I wish I could've filmed the falcon swooping in...that was even better than the moment it landed....the glide downward was long and slow and powerful.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-15125969778539518942019-10-08T09:11:18.242-04:002019-10-08T09:11:18.242-04:00I don't think I would've attempted a pasto...I don't think I would've attempted a pastoral without your prompt. Thanks for opening my mind to this form!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-35391418388507879702019-10-06T15:54:29.904-04:002019-10-06T15:54:29.904-04:00Beautiful, authentic take on a classic theme. I th...Beautiful, authentic take on a classic theme. I think this is what I love about pastoral poems. And you've captured the tension between indifferent nature and natural beauty as comfort:<br /><br />Nature knows not how to stop and pray;<br />It flames to a greatness, day after day.Rebecca Holmeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18061072142196187909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-17934477167815132132019-10-06T15:50:27.851-04:002019-10-06T15:50:27.851-04:00Wow! I love how your elegy came together. Rural li...Wow! I love how your elegy came together. Rural life (there are more cows than people where I live) has its moments of great beauty, but there is hardship as well. Even in the midst of death, life must goes on. Your poem reminds me of the time a friend's wife died quite suddenly and unexpectedly. Even in the middle of it all, the cows still had to be fed.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-17871678465473971352019-10-06T12:14:10.608-04:002019-10-06T12:14:10.608-04:00Love that worked in rhyme, Sara, and loved loved l...Love that worked in rhyme, Sara, and loved loved loved the array of creatures, especially the wasps!Liz Garton Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941516645386392684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-81159151714382631852019-10-06T12:00:56.475-04:002019-10-06T12:00:56.475-04:00Just wow! Sarah. This juxtaposition of the busines...Just wow! Sarah. This juxtaposition of the business of life with the stark sadness of loss in the middle of it is brilliant Sara. I'm of an age when death is a regular companion. We just returned from a funeral in my home town and visited the graveyard where my grandparents and parents are buried. These lines feel particularly real to me. <br />Thus moss fills the slanted letters<br />Of your name, a raucous bird unfetters<br />Thank you so much. Cheriee Weichelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-65823260942548007482019-10-05T10:05:57.376-04:002019-10-05T10:05:57.376-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-9771053135522992732019-10-05T10:04:40.404-04:002019-10-05T10:04:40.404-04:00Linda, I don't know if you caught it, but that...Linda, I don't know if you caught it, but that line was a shout out to Gerald Manley Hopkins: "The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil, crushed." I just kind of condensed it. :) Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-54592019015971498382019-10-05T10:02:39.436-04:002019-10-05T10:02:39.436-04:00Thank you, Andi. I love how we all found differen...Thank you, Andi. I love how we all found different aspects of this form---it was one of our most diverse "crops" of poems, I think! Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-88074460435178374252019-10-05T10:01:52.607-04:002019-10-05T10:01:52.607-04:00Thanks, Tanita. I'm so unfamiliar with how to...Thanks, Tanita. I'm so unfamiliar with how to go about the business of journal publishing....I like the interaction of blogging anyway! Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-91676924544802670512019-10-04T17:59:07.633-04:002019-10-04T17:59:07.633-04:00Wow. What a falcon....in your yard!
Such a beauti...Wow. What a falcon....in your yard! <br />Such a beautiful poem. It's a poem to be read and re-read slowly as one would take in a scene. But, I rather like the turn toward elegy. I like the idea of mourning and capturing in word what has been lost. Such a surprise restlessness in that last line. Well done.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-65108992244871577042019-10-04T14:04:26.790-04:002019-10-04T14:04:26.790-04:00The last stanza just slays me. You rocked this for...The last stanza just slays me. You rocked this form, Sara!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-6758438411654482832019-10-04T12:45:55.143-04:002019-10-04T12:45:55.143-04:00A call to action better than the usual "save ...A call to action better than the usual "save the planets", Sara. I love "It flames to a greatness, day after day", if only we would see! Beautiful to read, to savor.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-62855625273641052652019-10-04T11:16:43.064-04:002019-10-04T11:16:43.064-04:00What fallacy to say "here is thy rest" w...What fallacy to say "here is thy rest" when there's bees and ants and the world turns and the industry continues and only you and I cannot move on. <br /><br />This has still just undone me. I would love to see it published in a journal. tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-13966941719030959652019-10-04T08:34:52.734-04:002019-10-04T08:34:52.734-04:00Thanks, Laura....I hadn't intended to go in th...Thanks, Laura....I hadn't intended to go in this direction...I started out thinking about how falcons and foxes came to my yard at opposite ends of the day, while squirrels came all the time, but then...poetry happened. :) Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-62832504440671616162019-10-04T07:24:28.669-04:002019-10-04T07:24:28.669-04:00Oh, what a fabulous elegy, Sara. I extra-loved the...Oh, what a fabulous elegy, Sara. I extra-loved the wasp and crow lines, and also how this your "grave is tumbled to its knees" so beautifully describes grief. You achieved a really authentic feeling here to me!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.com