So much has already been said about your splendid poem that it is hard not to repeat what another has said. I feel that you have written "Grass" on a spiritual plane and one of yearning; I also sense your pain between the lines. You have grown into a fine poet with a style that is yours alone. Please continue writing!
Very thought provoling about how we take things for granted. Suppose we were the grass...Some of may feel like we are grass sometimes, being a cushion for all to walk.
The personification of grass is both unique and inspiring for anyone appreciating raw nature. We'd never think of cutting down grass in the forest, save for fire prevention reasons, but in civilization, it's the norm. The question of how turfs coiffed each week feel about having their wildness tamed by such brute force is beautifully answered here. Keep up the fresh and challenging work. It's appreciated.
Asa you gift us with a new dimension of thinking. You see the obvious and smack us right between our unseeing eyes with it. Thanks so much for the wake up calls on the truly simple things. Be well, Kathy
Thank you Asa, for inviting me over to review your work. This is awesome! You are most creative, when you can write about grass from the ground up in such intelligent, expressive poetic way. Fabulous job!
Crafty and remarkably unique idea of writing from the point of view of the grass and expressing its thoughts in marvelous poetic lines. A great work indeed.
Grass by any other name is called a “weed.” When we plant it, nurture it, and mow it, we call it “grass.” But when it seeds itself and grows on private property, that it is truly a “weed.”
Are we two faced or what? A great metaphor expressed.
Asa,
Very powerful and profound~! You have the ability to put yourself in place of in this case 'grass' and actually 'feel' what it must feel. Amazing writing, my friend.
FROM WHATEVER ANGLE I LOOK AT THIS WORK...METEPHORICALY OR REALITY...IT IS PROFOUND. IN THIS SHARING THE GIFT THAT GOD HAS PLACED IN YOU IS OVERFLOWING WITH POETICAL SPLENDOR. THANK YOU, SON, AND MANY, MANY BLESSINGS. LOVE AND FAITH...
JOYCE(MOM)*HIS INSPIRATIONS
Totally agree, Dear Asa!!
~~ Thank you Dearly for sharing Asa's exquisite poetry, Beautiful Mum of such a Divine Soul with a brilliant voice that has a glorious mission!!
There is a vast spectrum of meaning within your words, Asa.
The contrasting joy of nature and then the sorrow that so little is truly uninhibited any more. The acknowledgement of meekest of living things and how it might feel to be thus.
This poem is surprisingly and refreshingly understated - Almost like meditation. Left me feeling very calm and serene.
You have a real way with words and, as always, they are a joy to read.
Powerful and impacting are these words so profoundly penned conveying more than a lament.....warning and wise counsel...."how unfair it is to cut...anything...that grows " Oh what powerful words...Asa ! May Abba Father's presence continually surround and sustain you always ! Thank you so much for sharing and for caring !
Very profound. One can read different messages into this prolific poem. Prison takes the human out of people and they become a number,,,someone to be degraded and disposed of it whim. Yet there are those who rise above it all and reach out, gving something vital back . ASA Is a survivor and he shares his gift with us through you. Blessings to you both...M
Joyce, the man and the poet grow and mature -- a well though out metaphor from Asa -- please convey my appreciation of this work to him -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend- -- Jon Michael
Such a voice of seeing beyond the tight confines is this, Joyce - and appreciating the beauty of freedoms. Such sensitivity of mind, heart and soul can never be imprisoned. This speaks of real understanding and of a searching that goes beyond one's own imposed constraints. And the knowledge that growth and change is inherent in all of us and can never be denied. May Asa continued to be blessed and encouraged wherever he is. Thank you so much for sharing his deeply personal work, Joyce. xx
So we grow inside divine potentials that sometimes society shears us back with this hell that resides inside the shell smothering our dreams. Enjoyed this.
How very astute you are, Asa! This is beautiful poetry! You speak so eloquently through your quill...a voice well worth listening to. Keep on writing, Asa, you have a gift!
I can see that Asa is growing into an excellent poet. This is one of his best. If grass could talk, hmmmm, I think Asa found it. May God bless you every day of your life.
Awesome! Like leaves, grass has a purpose too! It overlays the land in it's pretty green splendor but the root of it all is that it keeps growing, and growing even when its cut;a diplayed brilliance that is here for all of us to enjoy. Very lovely poem and thanks for sharing it Joyce! :) Peace and blessings to you and yours.
Joyce,
Please tell Asa i admire this fine work,
he has searched for and found deeper feeling
and finer expression here than in previous work
and that is very satisfying.
I too have felt this longing just to be myself, and to be allowed to thrive...without oppression. Some people act as if they own this earth- but GOD owns it, and generously shares it. The meek SHALL inherit this earth...someday. Brilliant poem. Profoundly deep and personal.
Asa is right on target with this heartfelt writing. Some day in the Earth's future there will be no more oxygen. Hopefully it never comes to that.
GOD BLESS YOU Joyce and Asa too.
Tony
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Jane
So much has already been said about your splendid poem that it is hard not to repeat what another has said. I feel that you have written "Grass" on a spiritual plane and one of yearning; I also sense your pain between the lines. You have grown into a fine poet with a style that is yours alone. Please continue writing!
Joy L. Hale
Well wisher of art
Fakhre Hyder (Poems reciter)
Are we two faced or what? A great metaphor expressed.
Ron
Very powerful and profound~! You have the ability to put yourself in place of in this case 'grass' and actually 'feel' what it must feel. Amazing writing, my friend.
Many blessings,
+Linda
I have read through some of your work and it is very powerful. Continue writing and sharing your talent with all of us!
God's blessings...
Mendy
JOYCE(MOM)*HIS INSPIRATIONS
It's a shame that
I can't talk or walk
~~ Thank you Dearly for sharing Asa's exquisite poetry, Beautiful Mum of such a Divine Soul with a brilliant voice that has a glorious mission!!
The contrasting joy of nature and then the sorrow that so little is truly uninhibited any more. The acknowledgement of meekest of living things and how it might feel to be thus.
This poem is surprisingly and refreshingly understated - Almost like meditation. Left me feeling very calm and serene.
You have a real way with words and, as always, they are a joy to read.
Much Love,
Margaret Mullings
To cut... anything that grows, is more profound than many may realise.
It just shows that gaol of the mind is worse than freedom of ones mind.
Turns my thoughts to Oscar Wilde and the ballad of reading gaol.
Anna
Daniel
Visuals beauty and so much depth
inspiring verse has left me breathless
Outstanding Write...Hugssss :)
Debbie
Please tell Asa i admire this fine work,
he has searched for and found deeper feeling
and finer expression here than in previous work
and that is very satisfying.
John
Regis
~Z.B.McClure
GOD BLESS YOU Joyce and Asa too.
Tony
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from
Kay