battlefield
Does an ordinary field of grass look intimidating to you? Maybe yes?
photo / image from imageafter.com
battlefield
every forgotten field of grass
is linked to another one
by reasons of existence
at times barely demarcated
by a DMZ of muddy path,
gravel
the weeds guarding
with their blades
of spear tips
bending with the wind
looking out for their comrades,
the barbed wires of mimosa
forget-me-nots
waiting to trap
unsuspecting
feet.
12/02/2009
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i am the grass
i do not take sides.
-- dsnake1, i am the grass
Shared on Poetry Pantry #279 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
photo / image from imageafter.com
battlefield
every forgotten field of grass
is linked to another one
by reasons of existence
at times barely demarcated
by a DMZ of muddy path,
gravel
the weeds guarding
with their blades
of spear tips
bending with the wind
looking out for their comrades,
the barbed wires of mimosa
forget-me-nots
waiting to trap
unsuspecting
feet.
12/02/2009
**********
i am the grass
i do not take sides.
-- dsnake1, i am the grass
Shared on Poetry Pantry #279 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
posted by dsnake1 at 10:11 PM
21 Comments:
Your poem is a solemn reminder of the fact that we really sometimes don't think about what all took place under the layers of grass beneath our feet as we walk....
Mary, thank you for this new perspective. a lot of bloody history had happened over such fields.
the inspiration to write this is more mundane. i really tripped over some creepers while taking a short cut across a field. :)
Thank you for your perspective. A reminder of juxtaposition of peaceful / violent scenes.
Such a profound write.. love that quote!!
So many stories there...
Indeed so much bloody history in these gentle blades of grass...blood shed and grass changed to barbs and blades....I loved also your 'I am the grass'...very powerful writing!
Donna Jo,
thank you! :)
Sanaa,
thanks! :)
thotpurge,
thank you! :)
Donna,
thanks! glad you went over to read the other poem. :)
Oh i have often thought about how spilled blood is part of the soli, of food we eat.. Human beings have created so much destruction.
It is horrible to think of war being waged on beautiful landscapes. How the grass and trees must shrink in terror. Thanks for the reminder that the land holds secrets and a lot of pain. Because of humans. Sigh.
makes me think of battlefields and all the history buried by worms - fascinating insight so well put together
Ah yes, the lives we know so little about, of other living things – eventful to them.
I LOVE 'i am the grass / i do not take sides' both as whole poem and two-line quotation. Profound!
Oh, I like this. Grass is quite resilient. I like the strength in your words. This is really great writing, dsnake1!!
Bjorn,
hmm, now that's another new angle, the food we eat...
Sherry,
but the grass and trees will grow over the craters and pits...
Laura,
"history buried by worms". fascinating indeed. :)
Rosemary,
thank you! that poem, one of my favourites that i had written. :)
Torie,
thank you for your kind words. :)
There are many battlefields and sometimes, yes a blade of grass can feel intimidating if it takes us outside our comfort zone..possibly into a war zone...literal, metaphorical or otherwise
Jae, it was a weird take on what an ordinary field of grass could have been. yes, who knows what violence or deaths it could have witnessed in the past.
A friend returned from Vietnam saw grass that way--death hid there. I felt your animation of it like his nightmare.
oh wow! there will be people who develop PTSD after some traumatic events. :(
I find it so metaphorical....when I read 'grass' - one image, but when I read 'blades of grass' - I all get cringed....very cool! and besides...when you say( as famous poet: I'm grass) you are safe.
thank you, humbird! i guess adding "blades" gives it a different direction of emotion. :)
Tripped over by grass? serious?
creepers. they are like trip wires. :(
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