Out in the field
behind the chicken house
rows of asparagus
line the edge of the woods
kinked twisted…
bent over like a hundred old men.
Seed pods cling stubbornly to the tops.
In the woods,
bare foot paths
Disappear under a snowy blanket.
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Merril asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words, using the word blanket in any form we choose. It is still Fall here, but I immediately thought of snow in the winter where I grew up. It was such a beautiful sight to see that first snowfall blanketing everything outside.
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So beautiful❤
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Thank you so much!
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I enjoyed your ‘blanket’ poem very much! I was going to give this a go also, for the first time with d’Verse. But my poem got away on me, far exceeding 44 words! I’ve posted it on my site instead under ‘Beauty Sleep’.
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Thank you so much! Keep chopping… you can do it!
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A blanket of snow builds a cool clean new landscape. I really like the colors in your painting and the description of the old men asparagus.
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Thank you Lisa! That is exactly what they looked like!
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You’re welcome.
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The first snowfall is magical, “a snowy blanket” is the perfect metaphor for it 🙂
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Thank you Dora! Yes, I love the snowy blanket of winter!
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This place you write of sounds warm to me.
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Looking out the window from a warm cozy house makes the cold feel warm!! Thank you very much!
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Exactly, and my pleasure.
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Wonderful poem Dwight, and I really like the image.
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Thank you Rob… this one is embedded in my soul!
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Your poem and picture is a blanket of the eyes.. Thanks Dwight. lovely. ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you so much Cindy!
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You are most welcome Dwight!
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I am particularly drawn to the personification of the asparagus ‘bent over like a hundred old men’ and the seed pods clinging stubbornly to the tops. I love how your quadrille disappears under a snowy blanket, Dwight – a blank page for a new poem.
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Thank you Kim for your kind words. This is a real visual from my childhood. I always loved that first big snowfall.,, erasing the slate clean from Fall’s dead leavings!
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kaykuala
In the woods, bare footpaths
Disappear under a snowy blanket.
The cold months will make it imperative to anticipate changes not just outside but also the lifestyles in the house! It is a matter of adjusting again, Dwight!
Hank
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Thank you…Yes, winter is a whole new world.
I debated whether to use barefoot paths or bare footpaths and decided to leave it to the reader to decide. Both are true!
Thanks.
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What a wonderful winter picture you paint – with your words and on canvas! I love the image of the asparagus ‘bent over like a hundred old men.’
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Thank you so much Ingrid! That is exactly what they reminded me of as I recall them.
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surely one of my favourites of your poems – the imagery is startling and borne as an ekphrastic of your tonal painting
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Thank you Lara. It is amazing how those old stems just won’t give up. Some last all the way till spring. I am glad you enjoyed the poem.
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its still Laura!
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Sorry about that! I edited it right away. It must not have come through!
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Very beautiful picture and poem
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Thank you very much. So glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re very welcome.
I certainly did
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I love this painting!
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Thank you Tara! It is a little different with all the color! I am so glad you enjoyed it.
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I am the asparagus. Thanks for writing me & letting me hang out by your really cool barnpaint. Well done.
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Thank you Ron, I am getting that way more and more! Glad you enjoyed the painting!
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The painting and the poem make me feel good — thank you!
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Thank you so much! I am very glad you enjoyed it.
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Very well composed. It’s beautiful how the words are laid in the form of poetry to accentuate the exquisite landscape.
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Thank you so much for your great observation!
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♥♥♥
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You created a masterpiece with your poem and your painting, Dwight!
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I like how you speak of the passing of time and aging, a poignant poem Dwight.
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Thank you Paul! Seems we get more that way all the time!
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I agree, I think we do 🙂
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You’ve painted a beautiful scene with words and art, Dwight.
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Thank you Ken, I appreciate your comment!
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Lovely and poignant–and your painting is beautiful, Dwight!
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Thank you Merril!
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Beautiful work to bring out beautiful memories.
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Thank you Astrid. Yes these memories go deep!
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I can only imagine when asparagus started to come in spring.
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Yes, every spring we ran the disc over the patch and in a few weeks the new shoots started coming through!
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OH, beautiful! Your poem AND your painting bring me huge smiles, Dwight!
I love the first snow!
I always hate to see the plants “go” because of the cold and snow…but, like no love is wasted, no plant is wasted, they go back into the soil and make it even richer so the next plant can grow in Spring. 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind expressions of appreciation. In the spring we would disc up the asparagus and in a few weeks the new shoots would come up through the ground from the old root stock!
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That painting looks like a fantasy movie! 🙂 Very well done – love the poem too!
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Thank you so much! It is a little different painting with the surreal colors in it.
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Dwight, beautiful painting and poem! You’re making me shiver. 🙂 Take care. Cheryl
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Get under your blanket! You are too far south to shiver!! LOL
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Thank you Cheryl!
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While your painting and the poem are lovely, I’ll wait a bit longer before longing for snow. Once it comes, it doesn’t want to leave.
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I can imagine that is the case up there! Enjoy the fall colors as long as possible.
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Thank you. The leaves are rapidly falling. (We’ve been having some wind.)
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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You paint a gorgeously vivid landscape! 💝
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Thank you so much!!
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The snowy blanket is lovely. As a I live in Canada, our winters are very long; not fun 😦
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Thank you Grace! I can’t imagine having snow on the ground all winter long! That would be a little much!! :>) Ours comes and goes within a week!
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Beautiful 🥰
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Thank you so much!
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Great imagery of winter with colorful words that refreshes the downcast soul.
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Thank you so much! I am glad you found it encouraging!
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The painting is amazing. The words are beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure 🙂
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It’s beautiful poem 🙏
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Thank you so much for your comment!
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