Liverpool Plains NSW
poets united
soft jazz in the middle of nowhere
on a sunny winter's sunday afternoon
looking up at this big sky one wonders why
blue is associated with sadness
you would say it is not love
all i know is that anything wonderful
that happens to me
i always feel an overwhelming need to
to share it with you
a kind word from you has me dancin'
pathetic perhaps but you make want to
embrace the world - it's a great feeling
Thanks for sanding this happy slice of your life with us. A blue sky does not evoke sadness for me either.
ReplyDeleteNicely said and I think you have captured one of the pillars of human existence.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't have to be love, not in the Georgette Heyer sense anyway. Just to find a kindred spirit that you can share experiences with is one of life's greatest joys, greatest blessings. I have never fully understood how some people can travel alone (even though I have done it myself on occasion) - there is no-one to share a meal, a sunset, a magical moment with.
Lovely bright pictures to accompany the poem. Very lovely.
ReplyDeleteFinding a kindred spirit is a blessing but not everyone is lucky. Best revel in music, poetry our beautiful winter weather,at least in NSW plus the delicious steak and mushroom pie that I am about to eat for my dinner with a glass of wine by the fire and enjoy the freedom and the luxury of vast space in this country before it all changes.
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong with that.
DeleteHow I love "a sunny winter's sunday afternoon" as winter is so pleasant here(Bengal, India)..and I also don't like to take blue for sadness...I think we all have that "overwhelming need" too...very nice write....
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ReplyDeletewhat a happy poem... happy dancing is my favourite thing to do!!
It's undeniably a great feeling! Lovely, joyful piece, thank you. smiles.
ReplyDeleteThe blue sky of the day is certainly joyous for me too.. The dark indigo of the dusk can sometimes be more morose..
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the happy spirit of this poem, and agree that it is definitely nice when someone says some words that make someone feel like dancing! No greater joy.
ReplyDeletesounds like someone is quite smitten....
ReplyDeletelove is the most wonderful feeling in the world...
as is being with the one that has captured your heart...
I just my skip and shuffle today! Thanks...
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I hear the jazz in your poem, both the smooth delightful and the atonal. I guess I would call it love--the harmony and disharmony--which draws me out--alone, but never quite lonely--to the great plains above my head and under my feet. Your poem evokes this rightness for me.
ReplyDeleteI am chuffed I have conveyed these thoughts to you. Guess I would call it love too. Thank you for this lovely comment Susan.
DeleteChuffed is a new word for me. I like it a lot!
DeleteYes, that need to share the high moments really is a sign of love, and it stays. Strange though, that we all seem to have that need.
ReplyDeleteBTW, lots of racy bits in the diary: the chap loved little girls and describes them in exquisite detail. So much so that his widow burnt the diaries relating to their courting days. Draw from this what you will :-)
I can't put the book down.
i am drawing
Deletei am drawing
LOL
i just knew it
I love that field of sunflowers! How lovely. I enjoyed the poem, too, I can feel the happiness in the joy of sharing.
ReplyDeletei know the cliches associated with blue, yet personally blue represents vastness for me, have a wonderful Sunday
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much love...
Hi Tanda! I loved your piece because I also share the thought of why blue is associated with sadness because the sky is blue and it has always made me dream and smile just by lying on a bed of grass in the summer time and exhale with bliss.
ReplyDeleteThe bluest sky, it makes me want to dance too ~ At my part of the world its summer and I am loving every minute of it ~ Have a good week ~
ReplyDeleteGrace