Poetry

[Kev]

“In the Grass” — by KWayne

The flitting honeybees, gorging on white clover,

With the flitting spirit of little ones of the grass.

A barefoot boy, mindful of how he treads

You step on a bee,

The sting will hurt bad.

Not mad, nor sad, grudges for it he never had.

Grasshoppers so scary,

Alongside the bees, hopping in the grass.

Captured in jars,

Those souls thrown in prison.

Let them be free, the wingèd ones so fun,

The little feys of the blades, that frolic in the sun.

That barefoot nature boy,

Communing with the weeds.

Dandelions, plantain & crabgrass

Wild onions, a tasty treat.

Enchanted at the time of dusk,

Chiggers jump on your feet.

These connections he had,

Barefoot boy in the grass.

Meditations in empathy

Ease & innocence, where he could simply be.

Wildflowers scattered about — those doorways to other lands.

Captivated in his essence, a realm in which to be free.

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Discussion

[James]

The wondering world of the childs gaze how quickly it is torn from us. Beautiful thanks Kev.

[Kev]

Most welcome, mate.. Thanks for taking the time to read and glad you like it.. It’s become one of my favorites.. ?

[maryschurr]

❤ Beautiful, Kev!

[Kev]

? — Thank you so much! — ?

[illia]

A quiet and golden place you have created. Is this from your childhood memory?

[Kev]

Yes indeed.. Grew up on a [defunct] farm of 15 acres with woodlands and such, so was free to roam about and do my thing.. This poem is a snapshot of those moments I recall fondly, when I was just in my zone, in communion, with no cares or agendas.. Didn’t realize until adulthood how those times could in retrospect be referred to as transcendent or meditative, when I slipped into other states of reality.. It just was, just natural, and I wanted to capture those feelings.. And as James said, how those realities are torn from us.. ?

[illia]

Sounds like a good start in this world to help buffer and supply grounding feelings for future experiences. It is with our consent that we freely accept our life journey. Your feelings from childhood can be your amplifier, and happy they are.

[Kev]

Oh nice, and oh wow.. Such a great, wise summation in words.. You know, it’s just in the past 2-3 years that I came to realize and fully embrace that the hellscapes in this life that I’ve lived were of my making, and it’s what I needed to go through, and I could have never given myself those challenges if I didn’t have what it would take and who I am.. As you say, the grounding..

My, I didn’t guess this poem would evoke the response, resonance, and kindness that it has.. It’s brilliant when we look out for each other and lift each other up.. ?‍?

[illia]

‘Tis the spaces between words and places

destiny is driven

gifting snow enchantment

[Kev]

Looks like some of that beatnik haiku!.. ?

And as such, I can sit in the spaces between those words….

So nice.

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