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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Blades of Grass Remember
[time] => 2004-03-18 20:16:32
[hometext] => Three weeks since I've really written a poem . . . looks like I've left that little dry spell behind. This was inspired when a friend asked me why I always, no matter what, walk around grass and never on it, but is really more about nature in general.
[bodytext] => the blades of grass remember they remember a time when the atoms that had formed them were bits of stardust and flame and light and when those tiny specks came together to form their regal ancestors. They remember a time when the word "green" was a word near as stunning as "moonlight" and when splashes of lush and all shades of jade colored more than they did not and the world was awash in the hues the blades of grass remember a time when “blade” was important as “grass” and they stood straight as their steel namesakes and when they sang ditties to the beaming Sun in the manner of wolves to the Moon they remember a time when the Sun would reply as they begged for a slice more of light (by the shaft, by the beam, by the ray, how they hungered!) and when they received a light-laced response and danced for that gold they’d received they remember a time when they stood oh-so-proud tall and fine, never crippled and bent and when fauna would walk around the stalks lest their emerald glory, it disturb and admire their dew and freshness the blades of grass are in a time when the creatures have drifted away and a different kind holds sway over all and when none bother to move aside for them but rather crush, and kill them, without thought they’ve entered a time when the world feels brown no friendly green shades left for them and when they gasp for water, feel dry, feel cold, and are bent and broken daily but the blades of grass remember so do I . . . [comments] => 9 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 27 [informant] => ShadowDaughter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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