Fields of Gold

August 14, 2011 by 13 Comments

A hauntingly beautiful song by Eva Cassidy comes to mind as we walk through Fields of Gold…

 
Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barley

See the children run as the sun goes down

Among the fields of gold

                    

A young couple, still with childhood innocence, hold each other tightly as they discover the beauty of nature and each other.  At this moment, as they walk  through meadows of endless yellow flowers, there is no way of knowing the pain that will follow the absolute joys of a first love; not in this wonderful place where the earth reaches up to wrap them in its colorful warmth.

So she took her love

For to gaze awhile

Upon the fields of barley

In his arms she fell as her hair came down

Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love

Among the fields of barley

We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we lie in fields of gold

 

Summer ends and with it so does the young love that began with the sunburst of yellow in the meadow.  As she sits, alone, grasping the flowers who hold so many secrets, a girl desperately tries not to lose touch with the magic that made a summer affair seem so special. 

 

 

 

 

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Summer Slump

August 12, 2011 by 27 Comments

I’m not on vacation, haven’t been and don’t plan on going anywhere.  Work consumes my life, six days a week,  and this isn’t whining on my part  just the realization that, for so many of us struggling to survive in this economy, having any type of work is better than being jobless.

However, I am wallowing in one helluva major Summer Slump, yesireeee!  Just look at me…..

Pretty bad, eh?

Well, this actually isn’t  ME  but it’s how I’m feeling, deep within the recesses of my being,  at present.  It’s been difficult to muster up much in the way of any intelligent, even stupid, blog posts much less keep up with all my favorite blog-people lately.  Part of that is from being less-than-thrilled with WordPress and the complete inability to install any type of Blogroll updater plug-in on my site, similar to what is offered on good ol’ Blogger who… I never thought I’d miss.

Next is the yet unexplained lack of function from Bloglovin’who bit the dust three weeks ago as far as daily e-mail notifications on registered blogs that people follow.    Countless messages to Bloglovin’s hierarchy go un-answered and even posting on their Facebook page brings no response.

Okay, okay, I’m cranky as hell and will proceed in another direction just to let off steam.

Jersey Shore.  Yup, I watched it last evening for no good reason other than being freaking bored out of my mind and…I will never, ever watch it again.

Friends and neighbors, if what is featured on this show represents the future of civilization, we are in very deep shit, either that or the cast of this show sucks on lead paint chips…along with everything else.   Especially “Snooki”, a modern-day version of an X-rated Smurf!

Point:  These mindless, morally-compromised, individuals are in Florence, Italy. 

Point: The Vatican is not located in..Florence, Italy, aside from what their alcohol-saturated, 3 watt bulb mentalities think; that holy place is a city-state within Rome.  But, I didn’t have to tell any of you that, did I?

Before anyone leaves comments  about “this is how young people act”…save your energies!  I’m tuned-in to “smushing”, “cuddling” and acts of meaningless, wanton sex amongst young people but when these kids don’t have basic geographic knowledge of what’s out there in our world and land on a hit television show, it sickens me.  What teachers and schools in New Jersey, or elsewhere,  passed this group of village idiots from grade to grade? (New York shares in the blame since ol’ “Snooki” hails from Monticello as my pal No.7  nicely informed me.  I stand corrected.)

Know what else? 

Nevermind.  Just gonna sit here,  puff on my stogie and think about moving back to Blogger.  I’ve bored you enough.

 

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Forgotten…

August 7, 2011 by 16 Comments

 

Like a trusted friend, I stay close to you, eager to help carry a heavy load.

My arms reach out to rest in your hands as we walk across a field or down a path to a garden.  I never complain about the burden of what I hold.   Plants bursting with color lean over my sides and, as I look back, your smiles tell me how useful I am. 

 

It feels good to be needed even though I’m old now. 

Furrows of rust wince under red paint and my once rounded edges are dented.  My tire is becoming brittle and dry, showing cracks from age, but…there is still so much that I can give. 

Together, there is little we cannot accomplish but, at this moment, I rest against a weathered fence in the wind and snow waiting patiently for Spring….. and your return.

 

For now, I’m forgotten.

 

 

This has been my response to a writing prompt from The Lightning and the Lightning Bug  to take any word, image, or feeling evoked from the poem written by William Carlos Williams. “The Red Wheelbarrow” and turn it into a masterpiece. 

I did my best…

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