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sunflower fields
in the middle of france
touring on
a hire bike
on route
to the nearest town
in a dress
that buttons down
front ways
low on the chest
of a body
and its incidental wisps
the floss of a teen
trying not to be so much of one
when on vacation
amidst the flatlands
and amongst all types
of uncomfortable
foreign climes
Hi Emily,
I really liked the image you painted here, especially these lines:
"the floss of a teen
trying not to be so much of one"
They say a lot - with a little.
Regards,
A.E.
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Mon 10th Aug 2009 22:46
Hello again Emily,
sorry but for now, i have had to remove the image,i hope to put it back tomorrow. : (
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Mon 10th Aug 2009 20:59
Hello Emily, i like this poem, very evocative. Makes me think of warm fields and innocence meeting with less innocent times to come..
I wanted to put an image here as my comment but i couldn't do it, so I have added it on the page above. It is an image I adapted from a film still. I hope you don't mind. Your poem just brought this image to my mind.. Deb x
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<Deleted User> (5646)
Wed 12th Aug 2009 12:29
I like the imagery your poem portrays Emily.
Tentative freedom. Nice use of colour with the sunflower fields.
Janet.x