all about..

whatever and surely whenever - could never doubt more of star-shine heaven. It needs a name beautiful as is..  methinks..  'the all about'

is the windowless air where the grass is far too dry, earth cracking jokeless blessings about the mighty Quercus Robur 

oak is this country's deeply rooted king, staring at heaven where wood - oft hung on hinges, barks sincere greetings to the pearly gates

 

there too where saplings inhale to sing sweet carolines rapt by silver blades, shimmering in the too hot Summer - unwanted

clay streams gild breath to their source of spring sprung calling 'come fill the chalice lying at the foot of altered weather'

an' rather than drift silver 'neath sweat dripped from branches of what you might climb, butterflies shade in the shrubbery

young lovers cool their ardour with cones dripping cream on palms from which - lips lick laugh about whatever will be a prize 

'Fingers knead an' thumbs make use of the unspoken, sez farmer Prim  - recalling past harvests spent against many a tractors' reflections 

in the growth of unjust politics, weather men tell of the Summer hereabouts saying.. would you believe - it is the hottest on flaming record

that said, small children don't care - waves tickle their feet, crabs skitter sand an' dads enjoy memories of routing streams twards high tide 

then - know you, rather than waste purity,  silver glitters over-across clay streams, fish finning glorious in happy splish-splashes - why not, but

life could be in a cage, perched afore a misted mirror, life hid within its tears inside out of my deepest desire: you

close by green leaves wave the world of birds singing either lieder or blues in a time when fledgelings' first adventure the all about 

Reviews

[Marcelino Tagaca Jr.]

“all about” is a beautifully woven reflection on nature, love, and memory. Your piece turns ordinary summer scenes into sacred moments, where earth, sky, and human feeling unite. The poem’s imagery flows with quiet power, reminding us that life’s simplest wonders are part of one vast, breathing whole, the all about.

[emmajoygreen]

the 'all about' - Yes! My thoughts of our world, our faith, our need. Walk a while, pause even longer, everything else will still noise whilst we'll stand looking in sweet silence - except for the birds and rampant leaves and squirrels hunting and.. and.. and.. !

Thank you :)

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Powerful writing.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, Thomas.. generous you

[Ken Simm.]

There is an increasing richness of thought in this. Starting with a fragile beauty and developing more truth to be digested as it proceeds into even more richness and detail of a day, a moment a memory. Wonderful descriptive writing..

[Soren]

At first let me apologize for my absence and lack of responses lately. I have had server problems not allowing me to post or respond to others poetry until today. Should I continue to be able to get on I will strive to catch up. This poem is like fragments of light through a prism that reflect in different colors and shards and glimpses of life broken but unified piece back together as a whole. A most lovely write

[emmajoygreen]

Friend, many thanks for your kindness. Has been a while since our once second home disappeared and its members with it. Please feel free to say 'hi' when meandering by!

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Em
You capture every moment of everything you see around you into one magnificent piece… from saplings and streams to ever so hot summers and dripping nice cream cones to unjust politics,, to harvests and tractors to sumptuous “ life could be in a cage perched before a misted mirror..,,life hid within its tears inside out of my deepest desire : you”
A truly wondrous piece Em ; your words are “dreamy “
PS I would like to be sitting beside you when you write!
🌷💕B
Hugs B🌷🌸

[emmajoygreen]

Dear Betty, only just put up another poem because am trying to display my many posts so as to delete others. But, you dear lady have just left me - right word - aghast! Of summat similar. :)

As to your wonderful review, many thanks, you share my love for the all about, I know you do because the way you have reviewed above.

Who knows, maybe one day we'll both sit aside the other - that is we're not sipping and chatting about what's going on all around us! I so want to meet you - one day. Please very much. Am I just this once say that I was quite pleased with the snatch you've quoted up there?! Strange how words just happen.. so wish more did! Hug.

[Andrew Golding]

Thank you for this beautiful piece reminding us of "the all about." What IS the all about? It is whatever precious thing captures our gaze in the moment, the flitting images of life in its intricate glory. Things best perceived by children and young lovers, unbarnacled of the constructs of maturity.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for your understanding review, Andrew