perspective

 

from high vantage point

I gaze ’cross valleys

to far distant hills

where on just meadows

at my horizon

 bright sunshine spills

’neath clouds I ponder

were I to paint this scene

stretched out before me

in many shades of green

where the furthest field

and furthest trees

have the lightest grass

and the lightest leaves

a trusty art expert

would surely be bound

to say I’ve painted it

the wrong way round.

◄ Wake up Britain and smell the coffee!

Solitude ►

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Richard

Tue 14th May 2013 19:58

I like this very much Lynn I have a real love for green fields and golden meadows and I know it twists at the end but it still invokes beautiful imagery on a personal level for me :)


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Isobel

Tue 14th May 2013 12:26

This just brought a great big smile to my face :)

Please don't consider it a tit for tat comment - though I'm grateful for yours on my coat poem. I just love the humour in this - the way your lofty, dreamy language leads to that punch line. I think it's very skilfully done - and a sad but funny reflection on reality :)

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Lynn Dye

Tue 14th May 2013 11:17

Thank you Francine, gratifying to know :-)

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Francine

Mon 13th May 2013 21:55

I could visualise this all the way through!

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Lynn Dye

Mon 13th May 2013 11:29

Stef, we do indeed. Hope you and Patricia are well.
Jonnie, yes, you have a point there!
Thank you very much all for your kind comments. xx

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Sun 12th May 2013 20:57

we know better,eh Lynn?
nice one.xx

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Jonnie Falafel

Sun 12th May 2013 20:53

That's why you shouldn't always listen to the experts! I enjoyed your poem.

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