The meadow rises like a sea
moontides of green
speckled pink and yellow
this lush richness
hides the hare
no mowing before the ebb tide.
Daily poem 42: Moontides
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The meadow rises like a sea
moontides of green
speckled pink and yellow
this lush richness
hides the hare
no mowing before the ebb tide.
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A lovely image of the meadow like the sea.
(Hope all the hares stay safe.)
Thank you 🙂 I hope so too. When the mowing starts, the adults will get out of the way, but the babies are usually told to stay put and keep quiet.
The way of the world.
I can’t bear the idea of babies being killed though.
I know. Me either.
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I like the line : Moon tides of green.💜
The rain is lashing across the meadow today and it looks like the ocean.
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This is nature as its best, but really we have to save the babies. I heared they want to use drones to do so. Hopefully they will do. Michael
I wonder how the drones see them! When the grasses and the wildflowers are so high, can they see what’s hidden there?
Think they use radar waves and infrared detection. The state is going to be a survaillance state, and maybe this is one of the testings for human observation? Michael
If they can find baby hares in long grass, they could easily find a human being. You could be right.
Yes i read it some years before, and the EU has some more secret projects with human survaillance too. Today you can detect all you want, the devices to use are smaller than a smartphone. The only way to block them is using a so named jammer. 😉
And yet they can’t track suspected terrorists. There must be a more lucrative reason behind it.
Yes, i am sure. Its the same like controlling the www. People with enough money can act like governments.
And governments are bad enough…
Such lovely imagery, soothes the soul.
Thank you! I’m pleased you found it restfull 🙂
You use words like a painter would use colours.
Thank you! That’s a beautiful compliment!
It is a valid point as writers “paint” with words do they not?
I think we try, but it isn’t always successful. The reader had to see what the writer sees, more or less, and that depends on how well she/he wields the words.
Most certainly, the words can be read in so many ways depending on the mood of the reader and the emotions infused into them by the writer.
It’s like translation. In theory, there should be a right and a wrong translation, but there are only ever adaptations.
Precisely. I like that.
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