Friday, August 10, 2012

Friday Flash 55 & Meeting the Bar: Impressions


Impressions

That secret part of the country road, I know

the pleasure of its narrow curving calling

that broadens my scope — and, as it

meanders, it straightens my thinking.

While hiding streaks of halcyon light

how rolling hills peek back at me! How

the grasses sing into my open windows!

How midsummer forgets every autumn here.



Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
-ALSO -
Written for Meeting the Bar: Impressionistic writing— at dVerse Poets. Claudia suggests that we use "loose brush strokes" in creating a poem (click link for her beautiful prompt and great instructions).

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18 comments:

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Captures the moment well of the calm before the fall

Claudia said...

oh i just love the grasses singing into the open windows...makes me wanna go on a road trip...

Brian Miller said...

smiles...really lovely imagery...country roads, you in my neck of the woods...smiles...have traveled quite a many...you put me right there....

Laurie Kolp said...

Nice... I love the ending.

Fireblossom said...

The poet in me just loves "narrow curving calling". I had to repeat it a bunch of times, just because.

I also love that, as it meanders, it straightens your thinking. Then the celebration and in-the-moment feeling of the rest. You're such a treat to read.

izzy said...

I do love this; roads that sweep like that are great! and so is the suggestion of grass singing- :)

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous!

hedgewitch said...

You couldn't improve on this if you worked on it for months--it's beautiful, intuitive and the poetry is shining all through it--I love everything everyone else has quoted, but my fave is the image in the last line, that really nails the essence of the natural world, makes it live.

g-man said...

Ahhhh...
But those memories will be refreshed all too soon I'm afraid.
Loved your foreboding 55 Lydia
A Masterpiece!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

hope said...

Ah, the great perks of a long ride in the country! Only part of my daily commute I enjoy.

Enjoy your weekend!

ds said...

"How midsummer forgets every autumn here." Lovely and true throughout. Brava, Lydia!

susan said...

At one point during our long trip from there to here we drove along a little road much like the one you describe. We wondered if we'd crossed to another dimension.

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

Melodic -- barbara

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

Beautifully written! You are such a prolific poet! Now that is a 55 to beat!
Mine is here
Have you a Rocking Weekend!
hugs
shakira

Amber Lee said...

Some of my most profound internal experiences have occurred on road trips throughout Southern Idaho - broadened scope and straightened thinking, indeed.

Darlene said...

Just beautiful, Lydia. I loved your poem.

Kutamun said...

I was transported alomg this road ! Great success

Lydia said...

~~Everyone!~~ I hope that I never again find it impossible to get back here to reply to comments that mean so very much to me. Rather than try to catch up, I just re-read each of your comments again and am humbled and grateful for your feedback. Hoping things around here settle down a bit and I can be more attentive to my blogging and visiting you. Thank you for being here!

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