Silage

the 
     meadows
                   harbour

wild flowers
                  and
                        sweet clover

bows
         before the
                         scythe

  © Harry J Horsman 2019

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Paul Callus

June 9, 2019 at 5:20 AM

Your three lines project such a vivid image, Harry...and the end jux is superb for us readers, but definitely not for the plants! Regards // paul

Mystic Rose Rose

June 5, 2019 at 5:23 AM

An action that makes the Lords cry in heaven, xo

Andrea Dietrich

June 4, 2019 at 6:26 PM

great imagery and I love the styling of the lines, Harry!

Panagiota Romios

June 4, 2019 at 5:14 AM

Great poem, Harry. Panagiota

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.

June 3, 2019 at 6:40 PM

Excellent use of metaphor

Anne-Lise Andresen

June 3, 2019 at 11:23 AM

- Lovely written, Harry :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jennifer Proxenos

June 3, 2019 at 10:31 AM

A poem compiled by the mind of a great poet - the twist I love - that heartless scythe! - great senryu Harry! Hugs and blessings, Jennifer

Susan Ashley

June 2, 2019 at 9:47 PM

The vivid imagery is captivating, Harry. Your artistry shines. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Ralph Sergi

June 2, 2019 at 6:06 PM

Formatted beautifully from beginning to end, Harry. My Compliments!

Carolyn Devonshire

June 2, 2019 at 6:04 PM

Indeed they do, Harry. And I couldn't help but relate the "scythe" to the grim reaper. Compelling and creative, my friend! Hugs, Carolyn

Jan Allison

June 2, 2019 at 5:31 PM

made me smile Harry as I grew up on a small holding and my father used to have a scythe and a sickle which were used to cut down the long grass to feed to the animals in winter - we had goats and pigs also many chickens too but they got corn:-) hugs Jan xx