tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post116608546211253532..comments2024-03-28T10:05:36.756+00:00Comments on Crafty Green Poet: These Streets were FieldsCrafty Green Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-25630341389488177592018-12-14T07:34:04.120+00:002018-12-14T07:34:04.120+00:00Gwil - it's happening all the time, everywhere...Gwil - it's happening all the time, everywhere<br /><br />Jan - thanks <br /><br />Sage - - yes, we have less urban sprawl, but Edinburgh is expected to grow hugely in the near future and many of our fields are earmarked for development Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-82126198060033458022018-12-13T00:54:26.793+00:002018-12-13T00:54:26.793+00:00I still like the poem, but one of the things I app...I still like the poem, but one of the things I appreciate about Scotland is that you don’t have the urban sprawl (or as much of it) as we do in the US<br /><br />www.thepulpitandthepen.comsagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-11094699920701652542018-12-12T22:06:21.000+00:002018-12-12T22:06:21.000+00:00I enjoyed reading your poem.
I agree it is still t...I enjoyed reading your poem.<br />I agree it is still too relevant today as ever more fields disappear under buildings.<br /><br />All the best JanLowcarb team memberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07961199165290289611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-83477519906244479582018-12-12T09:09:27.760+00:002018-12-12T09:09:27.760+00:00I see it often. Tops of mountains gone to make roa...I see it often. Tops of mountains gone to make roads. Autobahns where there used to be only rural roads. Small villages with 4 or 5 supermarkets. Millions of trucks and trailers crossing Europe daily. You don't know what's in those trucks till they crash and the pigs go squealing across the road. Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166518925017382622006-12-19T09:02:00.000+00:002006-12-19T09:02:00.000+00:00Thanks for your comments everyone! Brian - thankfu...Thanks for your comments everyone! <BR/><BR/>Brian - thankfully I know the streets to walk along to get to the wild places that are still there!<BR/><BR/>R's misings - I like that song too, but hadn't had it in mind when I wrote this!<BR/><BR/>Jon - many thanks for your glowing critique!Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166375753119492012006-12-17T17:15:00.000+00:002006-12-17T17:15:00.000+00:00This is nice; I can relate. Urban sprawl is rampan...This is nice; I can relate. Urban sprawl is rampant where I live. (which means I'm a part of it - oops.)mareymercyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03407666873261385487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166332132346105682006-12-17T05:08:00.000+00:002006-12-17T05:08:00.000+00:00You've really conjured up something that we all fe...You've really conjured up something that we all feel from time to time. I like the way that your narrator, perhaps without knowing it, reveals the way that the "ghostly fields" are always accessible in the only form that they ever have <I>truly</I> existed for her, in memory. The fields would have meant little to her unless she connected memory to them, but the very moment that those memories were made the fields ceased to be they once were. Instead, they existed in her memory, just as they still do. Very nice compression of a very complex aspect of life.<BR/><BR/>I enjoyed too the use of diminishing line lengths in each stanza--which seem to parallel the narrator's feelings that the world is growing smaller.<BR/><BR/>Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful poem.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04324054034345621199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166226168145726532006-12-15T23:42:00.000+00:002006-12-15T23:42:00.000+00:00Hauntingly efficient. It was inevitable that the p...Hauntingly efficient. It was inevitable that the prompt lead us to our childhood memories, real or invented. I like the way you dealt with that.Rethabilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523368313680103826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166222072010894452006-12-15T22:34:00.000+00:002006-12-15T22:34:00.000+00:00this is a beautiful poem and very moving. I espec...this is a beautiful poem and very moving. I especially liked "ghostly fields"Clockworkchrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889793842709699969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166217331088856112006-12-15T21:15:00.000+00:002006-12-15T21:15:00.000+00:00Gorgeous and poignant and exactly the way my heart...Gorgeous and poignant and exactly the way my heart aches every time I drive past new housing developments in my home town. Thank you for expressing what I feel so vividly.twilightspiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00338205807151511143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166215399846940112006-12-15T20:43:00.000+00:002006-12-15T20:43:00.000+00:00such power in your words; heartfelt and filled wit...such power in your words; heartfelt and filled with rich imagery!<BR/><BR/>write on,<BR/>sageAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166208977887961502006-12-15T18:56:00.000+00:002006-12-15T18:56:00.000+00:00I really like your poem, and on every level. Perha...I really like your poem, and on every level. Perhaps at first for the topic--it's one that is near and dear--but of course, it is well crafted and compelling. Thank you.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02870607584620542188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166195494077928932006-12-15T15:11:00.000+00:002006-12-15T15:11:00.000+00:00A poem about loss but not the usual kind. Very me...A poem about loss but not the usual kind. Very meaningful.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13054205963916941320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166160187730502682006-12-15T05:23:00.000+00:002006-12-15T05:23:00.000+00:00I hope there will always be fields, somewhere. A l...I hope there will always be fields, somewhere. A lovely last stanzaCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166144709422449252006-12-15T01:05:00.000+00:002006-12-15T01:05:00.000+00:00nice recall of a bucolic landscape giving way to u...nice recall of a bucolic landscape giving way to urbanization.<BR/>I enjoyed reading this.<BR/>relrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09030572981830789370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166139024414728612006-12-14T23:30:00.000+00:002006-12-14T23:30:00.000+00:00Very evocative.Makes me think of how the area wher...Very evocative.<BR/>Makes me think of how the area where I live now was originally farm land, then was owned by a stable over on the main cross street.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166138090293367842006-12-14T23:14:00.000+00:002006-12-14T23:14:00.000+00:00This is great. I love the opening. I remember when...This is great. I love the opening. I remember when the streets were fields too - how I pine and miss them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04561786891662799199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166125639796929892006-12-14T19:47:00.000+00:002006-12-14T19:47:00.000+00:00Beautiful. Just beautiful.Beautiful. Just beautiful.Januaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166116208484675862006-12-14T17:16:00.000+00:002006-12-14T17:16:00.000+00:00There is such an air of sadness about this poem. B...There is such an air of sadness about this poem. But how true that in her imagination she can go back there whenever she wants. Sometimes i think that our imaginations are more real than what we perceive as reality.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07015229233363963005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166111920844668782006-12-14T15:58:00.000+00:002006-12-14T15:58:00.000+00:00Love the last stanza, expecially. Reminds me of so...Love the last stanza, expecially. Reminds me of some song lyrics "they paved paradise to put up a parking lot"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166110764374786302006-12-14T15:39:00.000+00:002006-12-14T15:39:00.000+00:00The changes of the world, paved on block at a time...The changes of the world, paved on block at a time. But there are still wild places to be found, just take the street all the way til the end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166102019803657292006-12-14T13:13:00.000+00:002006-12-14T13:13:00.000+00:00Yup. You’ve definitely captured it. The melancho...Yup. You’ve definitely captured it. The melancholy of things, how they were, and the sadness change brings. Beautiful.Dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15917954423962512385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16542790.post-1166088900848930462006-12-14T09:35:00.000+00:002006-12-14T09:35:00.000+00:00Ghostly fields - that's good. I like the whole fe...Ghostly fields - that's good. I like the whole feel of the poem, because it's not totally without hope. BBrichard piercehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03648720482758520891noreply@blogger.com