Do bears chit in the woods? Pity I am such a puerile Imbecile, for there is a wonderful poem here a beautiful vernal parable, but full of hope of the joy of life.......
'We’re waiting, ready to give, ready for whatever is out there take us, use us, let us grow, let us glory in sight of the big, blue sky.'
Very vivid and lyrical. Like Mojo, I've never heard of a chitting. Thanks for the photo. It looks like a potato. I'll have to go Google it. Your final stanza is excellent, good and strong. Cheers from Chris
I like the sense of urgent intention, the enthusiasm for fulfilling your potential. Dictionary did not recognise the word so I too needed the photo. really liked it, thanks for sharing cfm
I love this! I remember that musty smell in the old barn at a friends house when I was a kid. The weird mound of seed potatoes all gently glowing with their white shoots trying to grow towards gaps in the walls and door frames... Brilliant imagery and a nice sentiment too. Just lovelyness! :-)
Yes, I really liked this too - very strong images which hold you for the whole of the poem. There is something darker for me going on though - "reaching", that 3rd stanza and the willing sacrifice of "use us" - which is not entirely redeemed by the beautiful last line. Intriguing poem, I thought.
Very nice! I didn't know it was called chitting. My grandma used to make potato camps by burying them in thegrounds with layers of straw I think. How the supermarkets have severed us from these natural processes.
I like the part of youthful enthousiasm jumping ahead too fast, and failing. A warning in the spring resurgence. Reminds me that sack of potatos is waiting in the cellar, too!
Being a Colonial, "chitting" isn't a term I'm familiar with. But I can understand "overextending" well enough. A nice metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mojo - that's why I put the visual clue.
ReplyDeleteDo bears chit in the woods? Pity I am such a puerile Imbecile, for there is a wonderful poem here a beautiful vernal parable, but full of hope of the joy of life.......
ReplyDelete'We’re waiting, ready to give,
ready for whatever is out there
take us, use us, let us grow,
let us glory in sight of the big, blue sky.'
Amen to that. Wonderful.
Very vivid and lyrical. Like Mojo, I've never heard of a chitting. Thanks for the photo. It looks like a potato. I'll have to go Google it. Your final stanza is excellent, good and strong.
ReplyDeleteCheers from Chris
I like the sense of urgent intention, the enthusiasm for fulfilling your potential. Dictionary did not recognise the word so I too needed the photo.
ReplyDeletereally liked it, thanks for sharing
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This is great, who knew potatoes could be so poetically used?
ReplyDeleteI like the overextending idea
If you ever read this one anywhere I think you should get the lights turned out and read it in the dark!
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Thanks. I'll look at changing it to make it more obvious. I'll go one better, Rachel and write it in the dark!
ReplyDeleteI love this! I remember that musty smell in the old barn at a friends house when I was a kid. The weird mound of seed potatoes all gently glowing with their white shoots trying to grow towards gaps in the walls and door frames...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant imagery and a nice sentiment too. Just lovelyness!
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I think its clear enough, Kate. Its a lovely word - almost warbles off the tongue
ReplyDeleteWonderful and visual. Conjures up spring. Haven't heard that expression in a long while.
ReplyDeleteYes, I really liked this too - very strong images which hold you for the whole of the poem. There is something darker for me going on though - "reaching", that 3rd stanza and the willing sacrifice of "use us" - which is not entirely redeemed by the beautiful last line.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing poem, I thought.
Very nice! I didn't know it was called chitting. My grandma used to make potato camps by burying them in thegrounds with layers of straw I think. How the supermarkets have severed us from these natural processes.
ReplyDeleteThis is a new word to me, too. I love the point of view and especially the last lines.
ReplyDeleteI like the part of youthful enthousiasm jumping ahead too fast, and failing. A warning in the spring resurgence. Reminds me that sack of potatos is waiting in the cellar, too!
ReplyDeleteSnap! Though I went for firkle in the end.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem :)
Ooo Nanu - better openthe sack before they shrivel to nothing!
ReplyDeleteDO - have to look up firkle. Sounds rude.
See my poem, it IS rude :)
ReplyDeleteGreat word choice - it just has a lovely feel to it, and I really like the way you've worked the poem around it.
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