Friday, February 22, 2013

Friday Flash 55 — A sheepherder at morn

Image via Facebook: My Romania-Vlad Dumitrescu


Slipping from my dreams to

Hail a moment of consciousness —

Even singing out from the image,

Even clip-clopping and bleeting to

Prove to me that such a scene, such

Heady heavenly simplicity still

Exists this very day under

Romanian morning light —

Does little to stop me from

Envisioning this becoming

Raptus memorious all too soon.


Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.

10 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ah i hope it does....how cool it would be to be out with just you and the sheep...peaceful i imagine...sure there are times of excitement and all but...

Yvonne Osborne said...

I know scenes just like this play out in other places. Sheep have the rightaway in Ireland and Scotland and probably other places too. Your poem makes me want to raise some sheep instead of these damn chickens!

brandi said...

I hear chickens are interesting and that sheep are a royal pain in the ass. I think raising goats would be fun.
Now I want to watch Babe.

izzy said...

Beautiful! may all his sheep be sensible and calm!!! ( mine never were-)

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G-Man said...

Lydia...
I loved the complexity of your post. from the obvious to the assumed to the structure. You just didn't throw this together, you worked hard with a lot of thought, and it shows.
Loved your Carpathian 55
Thanks for this fabulous contribution to the Friday Funfest
Have a Kick Ass Week-End

Kathe W. said...

oh Lydia this is wonderul- the poem the image all in just 55 words! WOW

Rastaman said...

Beautiful.

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Lydia said...

Hello everyone~ I appreciated each of your comments so much. Sorry not to reply individually this week. ♥

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