Poem
Forgive me if I’m wrong, my dear
but, mud is clear
mirrors will shine
and, smell like pine
with a clear mind, cleansed in the wild
free as a child
with muddy knees
among tall trees
you can’t tell me earth is dirty
she won’t hurt me
twee buttercup
but, hold me up.
© Darius the Mate 27-01-2022
Written for dVerse.
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Love it— but as a child I think that mud scared me… 🙂
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Don’t worry Björn, it can’t hurt you now.
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This is fantastic! Anything about a carefree, muddy childhood gets to me. You brought so much imagery to this. I remember one of our sons going on a trip to Lowe’s with his dad when they were in the middle of an outdoor building project. He was covered in dirt and a total mess. There was another kid with his dad leaving. The other kid was neat and clean, hair parted just so. He kept looking at my son, even turning to look back at him after they’d passed each other in the parking lot. My son looked up at his dad and said, “He’s just jealous that he’s not getting dirty in the yard with his dad too!”
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Absolutely love that story – I have to (strongly) agree with your son.
In fact, now it’s mentioned, I’m kind of jealous I’m not getting muddy in the yard with my Dad right now.
Thank you for your kind, and thoughtful comment. It is really a beautiful memory, of a pure moment.
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Muddy knees = a carefree childhood! Thanks for nostalgia, Darius.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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You capture the raw essence and beauty of mud, of earth and all surrounding things so beautifully here! 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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Oh gosh, the absolute delight in this! Memories of my exasperated grandmother at my muddy exploits.
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Honoured it took you there. Thank you for the comment.
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This poem evokes memories from my childhood of playing in the mud,building sandcastles…when I believed that being covered with sand wasn’t too dirty,after all.. 🙂
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The ocean of time washes the sand away, but, there’s more sand on the beach, enjoy!
Thank you for the comment.
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Indeed! You’re welcome 🙂
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The mud and the buttercup a holy contrast Darius
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena.
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Lovely poetry!
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Thank you, Jay.
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I enjoyed your poem very much! Took me back to my childhood where we had 500 acres to run around and have adventures. Mud, dirty knees and making huts in the thick forest were all part of the fun.
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That reads like an exceptional childhood. What a world it is. 🙂
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Some people don’t appreciate the beauty and magic of raw earth Darius… 😏
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That, they don’t.
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Mud is clear and earth feels good on the feet. Good work with the form!
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Thank you for hosting.
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muddy knees
amoungst tall treess
takes me back to childhood
thanks
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No, thank you!
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I knew you’d write something dirty…. 😛
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I have a filthy mind
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glorious mud, and a glorious earthed poem, beautifully cadenced and confidently displayed. Love it!
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Thank you so much!
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The best playground…yes…
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Absolutely!
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