Angels blare a brassy fanfare
on foxglove trumpets by the square.
Pixie dust sparkles on each fairy’s wing.
Toads hop, dragonflies zip and zing,
white butterflies stop and stammer,
robins flit, and magpies jig and jammer.
The busy nothing, the sameness of summer,
the repeated sounds of a cicada drummer,
the going round and about, and back again,
brings to mind the sunny shire of Tolkien.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Are you a Tolkien fan? Do you long to breathe the fresh air of Middle Earth (or at least New Zealand)? I do. 🙂
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.” The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien.
I’d certainly rather have a fantasy trip to New Zealand rather than next week’s surgery (EEK!).
Happy Poetry Friday, hosted this week thanks to Books 4 Learning, and have a magical day full of comfort!
Hi theRe .. it’s jen From blog it or lose it. My new home will be at Mis Lucja for a while … hope to see you there 🙂
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Love the new piratical look.
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Thanks 😊
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This is beautiful Brenda, love the rhythm in this – with the right person reading it, it would make a great spokenword poem! 🙂
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Hmmm, you might be right. Is that person me? Or you?
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Oh, should be you of course Brenda, I’d love to hear you read it!! 🙂 But, I could give it a try? I’ve been thinking of reading some blog friends poems for a while, just haven’t given deep enough thoughts on which ones yet. 🙂
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It’s always fascinating to hear someone else read aloud what I’ve written. They always emphasize things in a different way that changes the meaning a bit. It’s an honor I always appreciate. 🙂
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Wishing you a speedy recovery! And may the anesthesia provide a trip to Middle Earth.
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LOL Nice. I wish.
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In italian the name of those white flowers is ” calendule bianche ” … and a lot of them in this time of w year … oh nevermind … hugs by me.
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Thanks, it’s good to know that they are blooming all over the world. What a beautiful, crazy place it is.
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Fab! ‘Dragonflies zip and zing’ just love it all….foxgloves are magic! 🙂 🙂
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They sure are. Your golden rose was gorgeous, but I couldn’t see a reblog button, so I couldn’t reblog, sadly. It was just what I needed today.
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Oh dear sorry Brenda. I really don’t know what’s going on with the technical bits at the moment. Is there any other way we can do it?
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I figured out how. Thanks!
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Any tips?
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I had to go into the post, and not be on your front page.
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“white butterflies stop and stammer,
robins flit, and magpies jig and jammer” – I want to go there! (and New Zealand!) Your poem transported me, Brenda, thank you! Sending you positive, healing vibes for your surgery. =)
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Thanks, Bridget! Maybe we’ll see each other in NZ one day. 🙂
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Fairies everywhere this weekend! My favorite line: “The busy nothing, the sameness of summer”…Sprinkle some flower-scented fairy dust on all the affected parts, Brenda, and I wish you a speedy recovery!
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I will have to try fairy dust for healing. LOL Might do just the trick. Thanks for commenting, Heidi. I love Poetry Friday. For me it should be Poetry Weekend. 🙂
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A student once asked me what was my favorite holiday. For all the reasons in your lovely poem, I told him it was summer. Wishing you a speedy recovery from your surgery!
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I do love summer, even when the heat is cruel. 🙂 I’m glad my few words found the heart of summer we all love. Thanks for your wonderful comment, Catherine!
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Beautiful! I can especially appreciate your crackling words of a calm and serene scene in nature, as summer hums sonorously along, as it always has, so many times before. I can especially appreciate the delightfully charming fourth line, with the mention of my brethren 😉
I adore NZ and avidly wish to go.
I trust your surgery will go well. Sorry that you must endure that and not the wonders of Tolkien’s world or at least the phenomenal wonders of New Zealand. Thinking out to you.
P.S.
Beautiful trumpets.
All the best,
Smiling Toad (Autumn Jade)
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Thanks, Autumn Jade. Maybe one day we will both go to NZ and run into each other there. 🙂 We went on a frog hunt, learning the sounds and listening for them. We can identify bullfrogs and green frogs now by sound. 🙂
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Wishing you success with your procedure and a speedy recovery. Your garden will miss your ministrations, but will survive and be there to offer you healing upon your return.
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Thanks, Diane. I do hope I will recover quickly.
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Beautiful poem that perfectly captures the wonders of summer.
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Thanks, Sheryl!
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The busy nothing, the sameness of summer —this is the line that captures me. This is the essence I always want to find in summer. I wait for it all year and look for it. And, it is so brief. But, you’ve got it kiddo. Right in the heart of your poem. Bravo!
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That is such an awesome comment, I am a bit teary. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on My Garden Bio-Diversity and commented:
Quote “It would be cool and quiet, all year round. Ah, that has a nice sound”. Love it.
My thoughts: “It would be cool to hear just natures sounds, view its colours in all its hues. distant vistas, silent views. If only it was that way for all.
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Doctors should prescribe one hour’s quiet contemplation in a garden once a day. Our worries and troubles would lessen or even go away.
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My sentiment’s as well! Hope your surgery went/goes well.
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Thanks, Mick!
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Delightful poem, Brenda. These lines snagged me, after your description of so much action: “The busy nothing, the sameness of summer,” All the best with your surgery. It will be over before you know it (probably quite literally).
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Thanks, Violet. I hoped it wasn’t too abrupt a transition, but that’s how it struck me, busy busy still.
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I like your cicada drummer (snares, I’m sure!), and the stammering butterflies.
Good luck with the surgery next week!
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Thanks, Mary Lee. I’m not looking forward to it.
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What a lovely poem to celebrate garden delights. Good luck with the surgery!
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Thanks, Tara!
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This lazy garden is slow for some, but bizee for the buzzers & the flitters. Love the juxtaposition. And such a photo!
Thinking of you much, next week.
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Thank you for your kind comment. A garden is a busy place.
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Yes, I agree with Irene about those lines! Gorgeous photo, too, Brenda. Best of luck with your surgery and recovery!
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Thanks, Tabatha!
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Gorgeous language here, Brenda, and your Tolkien-love radiates… my favorite lines are in the middle:
The busy nothing, the sameness of summer,
the repeated sounds of a cicada drummer,
Love!
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Thanks, Irene. I appreciate your comment very much.
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Seeing this in the reader, I felt sure wing would have to rhyme with sing – but you provided something much more satisfying in zing
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Thanks, Derrick. I tried to make every word sing, without using the word. I’m glad it still appeared in your mind. 🙂 I’m glad you liked my zing, it’s fun to use unexpected words. Have a great weekend ahead! Warmly, Brenda
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Lovely imagery full of exuberance and joie de vivre! Foxgloves come alive through your words, Brenda. Stopping by to hope all goes smoothly, dear friend next week. ❤
Horrible 5 ten hour days and wish for Saturday! Your flowers trumpeting made me smile! 🙂
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Happy Friday, Robin! Summer is always tough in your business, isn’t it? I hope you get some vacation time soon! I’m glad my poem made you happy. Thanks for your uplifting comment. XOXO
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the images in your poem are beautiful. Reading you poem makes me happy. Thank you.
All the best with your surgery.
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Thanks, Joy! I hope my doctor has a good day! 🙂
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Everyone here, is cheering your M.D. next week. Good luck dear Brenda!
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Thanks!
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The poem is gorgeous, the slow rhythm catches summer just right, Brenda, “that busy nothing”. Our cicadas are back, to me means endings too. Best wishes for a quick recovery from your surgery!
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It’s so much easier to write joyful poetry in summer than winter. 🙂 Even if surgery is looming.
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Sent prayers up, more pending, for a speedy and thorough recovery next week! Thank you for sharing that gorgeous picture and the happy poem!
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Thanks, Donna! Prayers are appreciated.
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Foxgloves are so pretty and so summer. When I think of your poetry, a whole book of it, I imagine pixies and fairies fleeting about together with butterflies and such. I think an illustrator will have fun setting your words to pictures.
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That sounds like fun, the way you describe it. May it happen one day. 😀 And for you, too.
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How did I miss the fact that you’re having surgery? Did I not read all of one of your posts? I hope it goes well and that you are back to normal (well, you know what I mean:)) asap. Your poem is wonderful and Pixie dust, trumpeting flowers and all the rest are just perfect.
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I haven’t talked about the surgery much. Down in the mouth about it. It’s my second surgery in less than a year.
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I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will be it, since you’re getting all of it over with in a short span of time. I’ll be thinking about you and sending warm fuzzier your way.
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Thanks, I can use some warm fuzzies. I had fun at the lake this evening, though.
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Excellent. Fun is good for healing lots of things. ❤
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Yes, I think you’re right. My kids and I have fun. 🙂
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Hello beautiful Brenda I love these foxglove are so amazing and I love that you have them growing in your garden! 😀 Big hugs to you! xoxo
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Thanks, MM. Any better?
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I am better doc says my bone had healed over nicely. Now the soft tissue damage. I need to rest through that. Sigh how long did that take for you?
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Um, hmmm. Still careful how long I sit before getting up and it’s 6 years after the surgery. It may be a permanent feature of my life. Took 2-3 years before sitting was more comfortable. Any chance of using a laptop and rotating between standing and sitting? That’s what I did. And I still put my laptop on my lap and semi-recline.
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OMgosh that sitting get me every time I’m always standing first. I stood though a meeting the other day and my boss scheduled it in a stand up room! I love that!
I semi-recline I’m so thankful you shared this! I was thinking that I would never sit till I joined the anrorandack group! LOL I spelled that wrong big time but I know you know what I mean 😀 My brain cannot think how to spell that! 😀 LOL
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Be patient. The back is tricky. I recovered from my caesarians easier than from the back problem.
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your garden is beautiful and so is this poem. wishing you well through your surgery next week )
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Thanks, Beth! Not looking forward to another surgery. Sigh.
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Lovely! I especially like the “brassy fanfare” and the “jig and jammer” and your foxglove are gorgeous! Sorry to hear about the impending surgery–sending healing thoughts your way!!
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Thanks, Molly. I need those healing thoughts. I don’t want my summer to disappear without any fun!
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Beauteous foxies and wonderful words Brenda!
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Thanks, Cindy!
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delightful…with all the magic of nature and its little creatures! Love it!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem and gorgeous foxgloves, Brenda. Are they from your garden?
Warm greetings to you from Norfolk,
Dina & co
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Yes, they are from my garden. They were even more stunning in person. Thanks for your comment and visit. XOXO
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I’d love to live in a hobbit’s home, Under the grass like so 🙂
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It would be cool and quiet, all year round. Ah, that has a nice sound. 🙂
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