Image source
It brings me It gives me More than pure air
It embellishes me It enraptures me Carries me away To and fro
All sweetest times
It sets that smile on my face And my spirit
. It reminds me Life is...
. And I am part of it. _________________
Written for The Thursday Think Tank- # Smell- hosted by Poets United | 
30 comments:
Interesting and well-written. As if each grass blade were a living, feeling being, like a person. After all, we ARE all tied together? Grass-and its scent--lets us know that life really IS (a beautiful, thoughtful line) and we are all together a part of life.
Thank you, Sweeter Poet. And yes...I DO like, OK?
life is...and i am part of it...very nice dulce...we need those reminders...
So beautiful that you see the beauty in the grass under your feet! Grass does have a wonderful and fresh smell...like rain, it is a refreshing part of life, and yes, you are a beautiful part of it! I love this Dulce! :-)
Lovely, one of my fave smells also. A happy memory.
Dulce,
I loved the idea of the smell of freshly cut grass. I too love that feelgood, smell!
Best wishes, Eileen
One of the best smells of all...it smells of life...thank you...bkm
Apt word choice. Nice flow.
this is sort of what I wrote and what I feel. Being a part of life..love this.
Nice flow to this poem.
Pamela
Love the smell of freshly cut grass.
This is the smell of Summer to me.
I enjoyed this poem very much!
Dulce
Life needs to be slowed down
lived more thoughtfully
you say so most beautifully
and that bike-all it's missing is tot!
~rick
I could use that smell about now, too bad its buried under snow. But I must admit, the first snow seems to purify everything with its white coat... Very nice poem..
How are you sweet one? It's nice to be reading your poetry and thoughts.
hugs,
Silver
:-) fantastic, really dulce
I like the idea of a mass of grass, like a gathering of people. It does bring so much imagery to your poem~
I really liked it~
I like the present continuous form of life here: Life is . . . and I also pause here to think of Life that was and is to come.
Joy always,
Susan
Mmmmmm! I yearn for freshly cut grass - none here on our mountain in Spain, but in abundance, and so brilliantly green, in Ireland.
This post evokes memories, for me.
A wonderful response to the prompt - the smell of freshly mowed grass is filled with memories for me too.
'It reminds me that life is....' Sometimes, lost in an experience, we realise that everything is a miracle, including ourselves.
A lovely poem that truncates the words to good advantage.
Lady Nyo
Thanks Dulce for the sweet thoughts.
love,
Silver
Dulce,
What a lovely poem. And picture!
Life is...and I am going to put a basket and carrier on my bike this weekend and take my four year old for a ride. There's nothing wrong with her little pink bike with wheels...but reading your poem somehow urged me to get this done!
that smell of freshly cut grass really gives the sensation of life. We are far from that here, our grass is covered with snow.
Simply Beautiful.A warm reminder that we are all part of Life!
Beautiful one shot,Dulce.Love it!Love the pic,too.
Appreciating life brings big rewards of endearment. Great poem!
Sweet. A lawn after it has been mown always smells good.
I love this part-
"It reminds me
Life is.........."
I love the way you've tried NOT to define life.
Siempre me gustó el olor de la hierba recién cortada. Evoca recuerdos de infancia, nostalgia...
Un fuerte abrazo guapa!!!
I could smell it, you conjured it up with words. Hope you are well Dear Dulce.
That smell of fresh grass, new mown, is exhilirating...like the smell of the first rain on a hot summer afternoon. Blissful.
This is a really uplifting piece I really like it! I'm not really familiar with poetry, but would like to read more and I think that your blog is a good place to start. Great post!
Post a Comment