A Violet Tucked Snugly in the Grass
an English sonnet123 total reviews
Comment from MizKat
Hi Brooke,
This is another beautiful and well written poem for the Sonnet Poetry Contest. You are always so great at writing poetry and also allowing us to see sweet Sawyer's pictures.
Kat
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Hi Brooke,
This is another beautiful and well written poem for the Sonnet Poetry Contest. You are always so great at writing poetry and also allowing us to see sweet Sawyer's pictures.
Kat
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Kat, thank you so much :-) Brooke
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Hi Brooke,
You're very welcome.
Kat
Comment from LateBloomer
Hello adewpearl, Brooke, Your poem has such beautiful imagery weaved within its lines and verses. I especially liked your first verse:
A violet tucked snugly in the grass,
the slightest movement of a butterfly,
a rainbow in a shard of broken glass --
we have a tendency to pass things by.
(especially, a rainbow in a shard of broken glass.)
I recently had a million rainbows on my kitchen floor after I drop and broke a salt shaker. The salt gave the broken glass a real run for its money.
Silky rhyming. I also liked the image of the violet tucked snugly in the grass, and your sentiment is clear:
For those inclined to hurry on their way,
the beauty of our world is put to waste.
(Amen. Brooke, I can't help but to wonder what's all the fussing about. We're all going to end up in the same place one day ... well, some of us will be in one place and the rest of us will be very warm and snugly in another place - lol.)
Beautifully penned with lots of great imagery. Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
reply by the author on 14-Jul-2014
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Hello adewpearl, Brooke, Your poem has such beautiful imagery weaved within its lines and verses. I especially liked your first verse:
A violet tucked snugly in the grass,
the slightest movement of a butterfly,
a rainbow in a shard of broken glass --
we have a tendency to pass things by.
(especially, a rainbow in a shard of broken glass.)
I recently had a million rainbows on my kitchen floor after I drop and broke a salt shaker. The salt gave the broken glass a real run for its money.
Silky rhyming. I also liked the image of the violet tucked snugly in the grass, and your sentiment is clear:
For those inclined to hurry on their way,
the beauty of our world is put to waste.
(Amen. Brooke, I can't help but to wonder what's all the fussing about. We're all going to end up in the same place one day ... well, some of us will be in one place and the rest of us will be very warm and snugly in another place - lol.)
Beautifully penned with lots of great imagery. Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 14-Jul-2014
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Late Bloomer, thank you for your attentive and thoughtful reading of this poem and for the smiles :-) Brooke
Comment from Jacqueline M Franklin
Hi Brooke,
It's interesting how we so easily takes our surroundings for granted until like now, reading about it in your poem. Makes you stop and wonder about the little things.
Nicely done.
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Hi Brooke,
It's interesting how we so easily takes our surroundings for granted until like now, reading about it in your poem. Makes you stop and wonder about the little things.
Nicely done.
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Thank you so much, Jax :-) Brooke
Comment from Tomes Johnston
This is a beautiful picture and the author adds to this with this piece of writing. This provokes strong images in the minds eye.
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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This is a beautiful picture and the author adds to this with this piece of writing. This provokes strong images in the minds eye.
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Tomes, thank you so very much :-) Brooke
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My pleasure.
Comment from ravenblack
I know on woods walks or in the mountains, I always try to walk in a sacred manner, just let peripheral vision flow. A root of sage growing out of the ground in the shape of a cross; a piece of petrified bark worn smooth that fits perfectly in my hand- just a couple small things that spoke to me and are now a shrine on my writing desk. There are little miracles all around. Just have to slow down and stay open to seeing them.
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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I know on woods walks or in the mountains, I always try to walk in a sacred manner, just let peripheral vision flow. A root of sage growing out of the ground in the shape of a cross; a piece of petrified bark worn smooth that fits perfectly in my hand- just a couple small things that spoke to me and are now a shrine on my writing desk. There are little miracles all around. Just have to slow down and stay open to seeing them.
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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ravenblack, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from DR DIP
Nice analogies and metaphors similes and alliteration
a well written sonnet to your usual standard..I have no suggestions other than wondering why posting poems sometimes separates a single line like that in the middle it frustrates me as well.
good luck in the contest..and I'll leave the light on so you don't have to keep burning the midnight oil doing reviews to achieve 23 poems in thwe top 12 an achievement in itself.
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dip
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Nice analogies and metaphors similes and alliteration
a well written sonnet to your usual standard..I have no suggestions other than wondering why posting poems sometimes separates a single line like that in the middle it frustrates me as well.
good luck in the contest..and I'll leave the light on so you don't have to keep burning the midnight oil doing reviews to achieve 23 poems in thwe top 12 an achievement in itself.
dip
dip
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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dip, I have no idea why sometimes a reader will report there is an extra space in a poem when I can't see it and nobody else sees it - I used to see those extra lines in one particular member's posts and she never saw it herself. Computers mystify me :-)
Thanks so much for your review and kind contest wishes :-) Brooke
Comment from poetbear
This kid touches my heart with every poem and photo.
He is a Kodak moment and a Hallmark card wrapped into one great and adoreable bundle.
You did him justice with the well written and well crafted work.
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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This kid touches my heart with every poem and photo.
He is a Kodak moment and a Hallmark card wrapped into one great and adoreable bundle.
You did him justice with the well written and well crafted work.
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Thanks so much, Maddy, for your truly sweet comments :-) Brooke
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He is a doll!!
Comment from Capricorn30
So true;
We should take the time to notice the beauty in all of God's creations--but we don't;
A lovely sonnet;
Nice visual imagery:
"violet tucked snugly in the grass";
"A grain of sand that sparkles by the sea"--I like the nice alliteration utilized here;
A pleasure to read of our beautiful world.
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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So true;
We should take the time to notice the beauty in all of God's creations--but we don't;
A lovely sonnet;
Nice visual imagery:
"violet tucked snugly in the grass";
"A grain of sand that sparkles by the sea"--I like the nice alliteration utilized here;
A pleasure to read of our beautiful world.
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Capricorn, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Leineco
Gorgeous! What else is there to say?
okay. . .a few things :-)
Beautiful lyricality, lovely imagery of the "little things" we miss each day,
(adored the rainbow in a shard of glass - and - the grain of sand!)
and a perfect expansion of the old adage - stop and smell the roses.
Very, very nicely done :-)
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Gorgeous! What else is there to say?
okay. . .a few things :-)
Beautiful lyricality, lovely imagery of the "little things" we miss each day,
(adored the rainbow in a shard of glass - and - the grain of sand!)
and a perfect expansion of the old adage - stop and smell the roses.
Very, very nicely done :-)
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Leineco, thank you so much for your generous sixth star and your thoughtful comments :-) Brooke
Comment from Just2Write
Oh, Brooke. Dang. Another six for you. Can't help myself. This poem is flawless, and so full of the things that I think are beautiful in this life. Things that others seem to miss. I'm forever pointing out snails, birds, rocks, fish in streams, dandelions, and yes, tadpoles to my chattering friends when going for walks along the riverbank. I wonder what wonderful thing that Sawyer is pointing to in that tree? Perhaps a butterfly...
Rose.
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Oh, Brooke. Dang. Another six for you. Can't help myself. This poem is flawless, and so full of the things that I think are beautiful in this life. Things that others seem to miss. I'm forever pointing out snails, birds, rocks, fish in streams, dandelions, and yes, tadpoles to my chattering friends when going for walks along the riverbank. I wonder what wonderful thing that Sawyer is pointing to in that tree? Perhaps a butterfly...
Rose.
Comment Written 13-Jul-2014
reply by the author on 13-Jul-2014
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Rose, thank you so much for your generous response to my poem :-) He is pointing at the decorative butterfly hanging from the treehouse ceiling. :-) Brooke
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Oh yeah... I hadn't noticed that. Guess I'm not as observant as I thought! I was thinking of a real butterfly up in the branches of the tree.
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Sawyer had only ever been to this house of Nora's friends twice. The last time was Valentine's Day, so when Miranda told him they were going to see Evan and Rose, she figured she'd have to remind him who they were. Instead, the second after she said their names, he chimed in - and the butterfly! He not only remembered them from months ago but also the butterfly in their tree house. The kid is extremely observant, which inspired the poem :-)
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What a wonderful story! Some kids are much more aware than others. Often people tell me that they don't remember any of their formative years. How sad. I remember lots of stuff. Most of it pretty good. Rose.
