Mid Summer Meadow

Mid Summer Meadow

 

You ma’am

Were one of those near misses

Now history

Long since consigned to memory

But a perfect picture

Captured

Dancing slow

Mid-summer meadow slow and

Perfect

The sound of children laughing

Seed heads bursting 

And all around you, tall grasses

If only you had not been quite so ..

Well you know

We could be there now, just saying.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Ah, all those near misses, that were oh so........ Unfortunate not to make the cut/had a close escape/ other (delete as appropriate.
You my friend, picture a dancing lady in a field (I picture her with a floppy hat on), whereas I picture a row of women on their knees, praising a god I converted them into believing in, on their very lucky escape from spending their life with me and currently internally plotting all the ways they can hasten my demise. 😀

[Neville]

she did have a floppy hat on and she asked me to say hi if I ever caught ya crouching in the corner **** deleted :) Cheers Lorry mate 😀

[Lorry]

Ye can't dance in a field without a floppy hat on. I think it's a bye law.
Now I'm thinking of 1970's flake adverts 😀

[Neville]

they were a bit special were they not ...

I got the jingle in me head now ...

[Lorry]

I could really go a flake right now 😀

[Neville]

I could murder an Aztec Bar...

[R.E. Ray]

Neville, perhaps because I'm 52 and recall my version of a "mid-life" crises, I see that period in your poem. The near-misses often define us and chart our path as much as those things that go as planned or wanted. Sometimes, I glance back to my high school days, sometimes later, and think about what life had been like if "she" or "she" or "she" or I had stayed on that path, in that meadow, in the tall uncut grass. Obviously, a reader can veer off in any direction with this fine one.

[Neville]

How very bloomin kind sir.. am so glad you felt able to meander through this one... Neville :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ah the wistful near misses. You know I think our wires must have crossed because today I was writing about dancing in clover. Unfinished, that's the poem I am talking about. This memory seemed so full of promise until she did something which took your readers down a different path. I then wanted to be nosey and ask what was it, but then remember if I ask questions I'm going to get the standard 9 point response :) I liked this poem very much especially the references to nature.

Chris

[Neville]

thanking you naturally :)

[barleygirl]

This is my thought trajectory whenever I allow my mind to lollygag on old loves. Every one seems like the cat's meow when I'm first reminded (when I see FB retro pic or unexpected text). But as time goes on, slowly the wisdom of my original choice to ditch this dude becomes more & more obvious. Since I grew up in an agricultural area (Trump country), I did not realize the difference between myself & the narrow-minded rednecks I grew up around, which is where I did my harvesting of bedfellows (based purely on the physical in my true shallow nature). Now, all these years later, I watch their ignorant fomenting support of Trump's hate campaign & it's no wonder my young exploits were all for naught! *wink! wink!* Besides all that, I love how subtly your poem shifts at the end & how tactfully you imply that there was something jarringly disjointed . . . the "niceness" of your depiction suggests things were far worse than anyone might imagine! (((YIKES))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

as a kid, I always wanted a pair of them x-ray specs that featured in the Marvel comic books other kids gave me and my brother when they had finished with em .. when I grew up, I realised along with sea monkeys they were not as easy to obtain as I had once hoped for... I just wanna know how, where and when you managed to get a pair... and I aint talking sea monkeys.. (NUTs) fondly,

Neville

[barleygirl]

I think Lorry once expressed that same thing about the x-ray specs . . . and I think I wrote a poem along those lines. But since my poems are like farts in the breeze, it's long since dissipated . . .

[Neville]

I may need to look into that and get back to ya :)

[barleygirl]

I quickly perused 2 years of my poems & couldn't find anything like this . . . it might be a fart-ment of my imagination!

[Neville]

we all make mistakes from time to time.. just got ya .. very good :)