a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Rain Drops On Grass

Too blind to see what lay below
I walked unaware
Beauty lay beneath my toes
So tiny and just right there
They were laying low
Completely unfair
This beauty should be eye high
So's not to miss it walking by.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

16 comments:

Sandra said...

so glad you did not miss it. i agree it is beautiful.. little green blades in stones... nothing better

Sumana Roy said...

aww..we ought to walk with open eyes to catch a glimpse of beauty and be a bit aware...love the way you portray the complaining speaker... :)

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

But if it was eye level, you'd probably run into it!

Björn Rudberg said...

Sometimes I find the things hard to find become even more treasured..

Ginny said...

"Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective."
Colossians 3:1-3

See, the bible tells us to look up, too! But more and more as I get older, I have to looked down. I have n balance and have fallen one too many times! So now I only look up if I am not on the move.

Arushi Ahuja said...

so many beautiful things are missed because we walk too high!! its a ppoem with a sound message! !:)

Grace said...

I love your perspective Gail ~ So many tiny things we miss when its right under our nose ~

Lynne said...

I doubt you miss much . . . you were able to see tiny raindrops on the green even . . .

A Quiet Corner said...

Raindrops are so big on little tender plants...but so beneficial!...:)JP

Weekend-Windup said...

I love to see the beauty of the raindrops on the grass!

Kerry O'Connor said...

That is so true, Gail. I wonder how much beauty we miss because it is ground level!
I am so pleased you turned your hand to ottava rima in this poem. It worked so well in creating a punch-line effect at the end.

Saucy Kodz said...

I am always teased about seeing what others do not. "Ole Eagle Eye" I am referred to as. he,he Love the poem - a good day to you n yours - Hugz to Marcy lol

Helen said...

Yes, you have made fine use of a challenging form, Gail.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Ah the beauty of tender blades breaking through to live again.
So often missed - yet the joy in finding.
Anna :o]

grapeling said...

crick in the neck, craning to see that far below without my glasses :) ~

Marian said...

aww... nice!

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