Sunday, April 26, 2020

Driving Toward Oblivion







Here's a poem:

Biophilia

Most of us hungry at daybreak, sleepy by dark.
Some slept, one eye open, in water.
Some could trot.
Some of us lived till morning. Some did not.

Jane Hirshfield, Ledger
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6 comments:

  1. 37paddingtonApril 26, 2020 at 5:28 PM

    Oh. My. God. You have slipped the bonds of hell. You look like you are in a field of joy, and I know this is recent because, well, the mask. I love you. I am glad you got to lie amid that celebration of color. Thank you for sharing it with us here.

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  2. BohemianApril 26, 2020 at 9:14 PM

    The Wildflowers this year are spectacular! The Magnificence of Nature makes me forget all about the trials we're facing. I'm glad you were a Pandemic Runaway for a moment, it looks like a Scene from The Wizard Of Oz! You didn't steal the Red Shoes did ya?

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  3. Ms. MoonApril 27, 2020 at 6:26 AM

    Did you get sleepy?
    What incredible beauty.

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  4. TaraApril 27, 2020 at 8:12 AM

    Spectacular journey into the poppies! So abundant, so rich. Oh, to lie down in those fields. A much needed boost of all things good. Hooray!

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  5. Steve ReedApril 27, 2020 at 9:22 AM

    Those poppies are unreal! And I love the poem -- so succinct.

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  6. SabineApril 28, 2020 at 8:40 AM

    What a spectacular sight. Thanks for that.

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