thoughts while enjoying a field unhampered by man
28-6-2013
In this glade of natural wonder
far from all humankind traverses.
I am one with all that surrounds me
in this kaleidoscope of beauty.
Here is life just as nature intended
varied flowering native flora.
In every hue and tint imagined
where aromatic pleasures abound.
Why does man feel compelled to alter
this harmony of time, space and place.
He calls them weeds to eradicate
and change with things from another place.
Just as he strives to control others
who are dissimilar to himself.
Oh but to be a weed in this space
rather than the obliterated one.
Budd...Beautifully written.. I can almost smell their fragrance ..their beauty adorns even the dismal. But you already know " beauty is in the eye of the beholder "
I use the metaphor WEEDS , as survivors of LIFE.. kj
JUST THINKING...AND WHAT ARE WE ALL BUT 'WEEDS' UPON THE EARTH? THE FLOWERS? THEY ARE BUT 'REFLECTIONS' OF THE CREATOR'S LOVE...AMONGST US, WEEDS. WELL DONE, POET AND THANK YOU FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
My maternal grandmother knew every Indiana wildflower and weed by name. I wish that I would have been a bit more attentive to such things. Nice write! M.True
I have a lovely lot of one variety of weed growing in a pot...
It has tiny little lavender flowers... no idea what it is...
but to me all things of nature are something to be admired...
for who can say what is beauty and what is naught...
Men use their tools and machines to mare the beauty of our world, and they call it progress. As William says they should leave well enough alone. Excellent poetry.
Love and blessings,
Linda+
Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)
Reviewed on July 26, 2013
For nature, weeds don't excist, every plant has it's place and function. We as humans give some plants the quality "weeds" because we think we can put nature to our hands.
Like the duality here. Made me think, how stubborn those weeds are metaphorically and physically. And we destroy, why? Why the urge to control? I enjoy your mind pondering poetry. Thank you.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2013
Budd, appeciation wafts off the page in this poem. Your appreciation and my appreciation of your appreciation. Dimensional curiosity is mine from the last line... it leaves the poem like an upsweep of a pencil after the finishing touch. ~~ Diana
A philosophical work indicating the disregard of some human to coerce for their own interests.
Weed is a plant in a place where it is not desired.That it is out of its place.A tomato plant in a garden of rose is thus a weed.
But the plants which we call weeds have their own place.
Let them flourish there.
Every plant has its own merit and beauty.
I congratulate you Budd for sharing such a nice poem!!!
That feeling we have of being one with nature... how odd and sad that humabs feel the need to control and even to destroy it. A universal question indeed.
Human nature is about change, unfortunately people want to change everyone and thing around them instead of changing themselves. It is when we find we are happy in our own skins we find solace and peace.
There are many good things about weeds, try ocra, in many different ways...
~Budd~
Hues and tints imagined where aromatic pleasures abound.
Where it be a field of dreams or a pleasureable garden
may the harmony surround humankind in this kaleidoscope of beauty.
Great poetic thoughts! BTW, my cat just bit me. I am sure if I did not feed him he would have me for dinner! Some weeds are great and are beautiful in clear open spaces. In this case I wonder why bother to pick them them at all? However, there are places in my garden that they kill the crops and some flowering plants. These guys give me little choice but even then I am compelled to use them as compost to be recycled in the ground rather than thoughtlessly throw them in the trash. I almost never throw leaves or dying plants away. In time they will all turn to useful soil as God intended.
Just like in my own poem, Weeds, you expressed the universal desire for life to grow in every little niche of our world, providing variety, diversity, and even survival. For the fittest and the most beautiful stand a chance of procreation and life. When we come along and trample that natural selection, we do everyone a disservice.
You've well painted the beauty created by God's own hands. I don't think he ever intended for his creations, nature at its finest, to be replaced by man's dreams..You've well presented nature at its finest before man blotted out such...Thanks for sharing
I must disagree with Jerry. Nature may not think, but it has its intentions to keep on and keep on until the end, which will probably be brought about by men with intentions. But I'm sure the bill (law) will carry someone's name. At any rate, I would love to see this place, even as a weed.
L
Yes, we live in a time and place where your words are so revealing and prophetic as well. Such are the acts of the self-loathing, the so called leaders, ostensibly elected to make our lives better.
The place where you call home was once uninhibited by man, but still man lives there. What are we to do, live in the trees? Even if we did we would be chastised for daring to insult the tree by contaminating it by us. Sorry, Budd, I am unable to can'get this "just as nature intended." Nature doesn't think (I don't think that it does) so I really don't believe that nature intended to do anything. Not trying to insult you, my friend, but as I said earlier, I just can't get" it.
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I use the metaphor WEEDS , as survivors of LIFE.. kj
It has tiny little lavender flowers... no idea what it is...
but to me all things of nature are something to be admired...
for who can say what is beauty and what is naught...
Love and Light
Lily
Regis
Men use their tools and machines to mare the beauty of our world, and they call it progress. As William says they should leave well enough alone. Excellent poetry.
Love and blessings,
Linda+
A very good write Budd
Gerrit
Weed is a plant in a place where it is not desired.That it is out of its place.A tomato plant in a garden of rose is thus a weed.
But the plants which we call weeds have their own place.
Let them flourish there.
Every plant has its own merit and beauty.
I congratulate you Budd for sharing such a nice poem!!!
Axilea
men should leave well enough alone
beauty is free for all to enjoy
Peace be with you
William
Anna
There are many good things about weeds, try ocra, in many different ways...
Profound reading, dear Budd!
Teresa
Blessings,
Christine
this harmony of time, space and place?
A question I ask myself often, and I sadly cannot find an answer except Greed and Selfishness.
Hues and tints imagined where aromatic pleasures abound.
Where it be a field of dreams or a pleasureable garden
may the harmony surround humankind in this kaleidoscope of beauty.
Lady Mary Ann
Great poetic thoughts! BTW, my cat just bit me. I am sure if I did not feed him he would have me for dinner! Some weeds are great and are beautiful in clear open spaces. In this case I wonder why bother to pick them them at all? However, there are places in my garden that they kill the crops and some flowering plants. These guys give me little choice but even then I am compelled to use them as compost to be recycled in the ground rather than thoughtlessly throw them in the trash. I almost never throw leaves or dying plants away. In time they will all turn to useful soil as God intended.
May you have peace, love and abundant blessings,
John Michal Domino
their wildness and even the work and
connection to nature they provide..
"The Well-Tempered Garden"
Your poem accentuated this for me
and Much More *Budd* with feelings
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Sandy
L