PANCAKE POPPIES

Posted on February 20, 2016 by | 8 Comments

 

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We, all of you with me,
travel miles of spring saved
by a thunderstorm—Jeffers’

old violence not too old
to beget new values—
blinding splotches of gold,

bright pancake poppies
a squinted eye can’t absorb.
We are rich, wealthy in places

we cannot spend away
from here, yet want to take,
steal with a camera

to share with the poor
punching clocks, chasing dollars
in corrals they have built.

 

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8 responses to “PANCAKE POPPIES”

  1. Susanne | February 20, 2016 at 6:37 am | Reply

    This “poor punching clocks, chasing dollars” soul is thankful you let us travel with you in your photos and poetry. Those “pancake poppies” look good enough to eat!

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  3. JM Aldridge | February 20, 2016 at 8:54 am | Reply

    Love this. Thank you for sharing! On Feb 20, 2016 7:40 AM, “drycrikjournal” wrote:

    > John posted: ” We, all of you with me, travel miles of spring saved by > a thunderstorm—Jeffers’ old violence not too old to beget new values— > blinding splotches of gold, bright pancake poppies a squinted eye can’t > absorb. We are rich” >

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  4. sustainabilitea | February 20, 2016 at 8:59 am | Reply

    So much truth here, John: how to really be rich, corrals we build or allow ourselves to be penned into.

    janet

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  5. Richard | February 20, 2016 at 8:09 pm | Reply

    Absolutely fantastic! The photo too. Wish I could send one a took a few years back with the bluest sky backdrop. And the other 47 wonder why we live in Calif.

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