Anthony Di'anno

Bronze Star - 2,699 Points (Yorkshire)

Ode To A Blade Of Grass - Poem by Anthony Di'anno

Oh! whispering blade, ever hath your kin,
Swung and danced over grabbled graves of mine,
Where nightingales are oft enticed to sing,
To those mown down in regimented line,
Who once as barefoot lovers trod you well,
Then swore allegiance to a sovereign lie,
To fall in foreign fields where poppies swell,
Coffers in answer to a bankers cry,
'Tis true the sons of man can ill afford,
The blood they spill upon your verdant sword,

Still you embrace them all both friend and foe,
Line the verges that mark their pathways home,
From mist strewn glens to mountains topped with snow,
Through each sunrise beyond the evening's gloam,
Bejeweled with bright sparkling beaded dew,
You welcome them all and feel not their hate,
The atheist, christian, muslim jew,
You enfold them all in eternal state,
Unconditional in your soft embrace,
Thou carer for the bones of every race,

You know full well that all things come to pass,
That in due time, to you everything yields,
If only men could stand as blades of grass,
Knitted together
in love's morphic fields,
Maybe then they would do all that they can,
To ensure they let not their freedom seep,
And walking now where as a boy I ran,
Moving towards my own eternal sleep,
Still, still I cannot for the life of me,
Understand why men must die, to be free.

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Form: Ode


Comments about Ode To A Blade Of Grass by Anthony Di'anno

  • Gold Star - 10,939 Points Soulful Heart (10/24/2014 8:54:00 AM)

    If only men could stand as blades of
    grass,
    Knitted together
    in love's morphic fields, .....oh looks like shelley is peeping thru u.........the question at the end is indeed a paradox of our existence (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,023 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/13/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    Excellent poem with great indepth meaning. I am not sure which lines are the best. I loved reading all the lines and each line carries a lot of meaning.

    Fantastic flow of words......
    If only men could stand as blades of grass,
    Knitted together
    in love's morphic fields,
    Maybe then they would do all that they can,
    To ensure they let not their freedom seep...........This is truly a well deserving poem for the poem of the day.
    Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,919 Points * Sunprincess * (5/22/2014 6:03:00 PM)

    ............congratulations on poem of the day....this is a well deserving poem...
    and truly a wonderful poem....enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 104 Points Maryanne Richards (5/22/2014 5:25:00 PM)

    A brilliant poem The last 2 lines should be a question for all of us. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,943 Points Daniel Brick (5/22/2014 7:10:00 AM)

    POEMHUNTER chose your ODE TO A BLADE OF GRASS as the Member Poem of the Day May 22. It shared the spotlight with a poem by Pushkin which is being in good company! It's appropriate that a poem which makes a large statement and does so in formal language is highlighted. Many people today don't trust language because it has been so vilely manipulated. Your ODE restores trust in words and the measured pattern of their unfolding. It's eloquence that characterizes this poem. It has to be read slowly and thoughtfully to be fully grasped. And that's the point: things of lasting value must be cherished, and the form of an ODE like your SONNETS does this. The key line for me is TO YOU EVERYTHING YIELDS. That refers to the grass and by extension all of nature, but it can also refer to the man-made excellence of a great poem like your ODE. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,601 Points Paul Reed (5/22/2014 2:16:00 AM)

    A brilliant and deeply thoughtful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jojoba Mansell (4/10/2014 3:40:00 AM)

    Loved reading this, depth in abundance and a message for the masses. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,939 Points Soulful Heart (4/9/2014 1:20:00 AM)

    I remember a urdu couplet that says.....'its a strange cage that is this life, it seeks independence every moment yet its scared of getting liberated...... A blade of grass is our existence perched to glide down as a dew drop any moment......so beautiful poem.....thank for your sweet comment as well.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gleb Zavlanov (4/7/2014 7:07:00 PM)

    Such a great poem. I loved every single aspect of it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 432 Points Danny Draper (4/4/2014 6:27:00 PM)

    A fine write in a more classical style. As with grass and so many common elements we are all inexorably connected in unity than our scarce real difference would at other times screamingly suggest. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 432 Points Danny Draper (4/4/2014 6:27:00 PM)

    A fine write in a more classical style. As with grass and so many common elements we are all inexorably connected in unity than our scarce real difference would at other times screamingly suggest. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 740 Points Kaila George (3/30/2014 6:11:00 PM)

    Its a belief...at least that is my theory, if you believe in your heart and soul, what is said to you about who you are and were you are from, dont you take that to heart, only to find its not true...people react in certain ways...sometimes...to the point of violence, hate....seen this so many times....sigh....IF only what you wrote in this poem could only be true in real life...we would be in a better place, what sad is that its a dream...very sad indeed...10+++ thank you for writing this thought provoking poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,733 Points Dinesh Nair (3/15/2014 6:34:00 AM)

    Ours are not poetic times nor are they meant for literature of good quality being given to great mental exercises of this kind. You are absolutely a fine poet with an authentic perception of life of all times.
    As Ms Valsa George has rightly said this poem has to make a Wordsworth if anywhere else he 'is alive' think beyond the notions of times. A great poem sir. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 374 Points Joseph Anderson (3/12/2014 12:58:00 PM)

    A very potent, powerful dirge for our long. departed.Impactful and to the point with many significent and well rendered lines- A masterful presentation, about the best I have seen (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (3/12/2014 4:57:00 AM)

    A beautifully structured poem in a traditional style. I like the second line especially. Great word that 'grabbled' -
    I might be tempted to pinch it for one of my own poems sometime! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,947 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/11/2014 7:12:00 PM)

    Unconditional in your soft embrace,
    Thou carer for the bones of every race,

    wonderful thought.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,919 Points * Sunprincess * (3/11/2014 1:23:00 PM)

    ......a wonderful write and a perfect ending...
    ~Still, still I cannot for the life of me,
    Understand why men must die, to be free~
    .....sure this was a leader's grand idea..
    and somehow it became an unwritten law...
    (I never said a great leader)
    it would be very nice to have world peace... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 25,160 Points Valsa George (3/10/2014 11:28:00 PM)

    Wow..... What a poem...! ! .This would put even Wordsworth to shame who sang.....
    One impulse from a vernal wood
    Would teach you more of man.....

    'Still you embrace them all both friend and foe,
    Line the verges that mark their pathways home',

    What a wonderful lesson these blades of grass teach the world that believes that men must die to be free (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,973 Points Smoky Hoss (3/10/2014 5:07:00 PM)

    Love the last two lines, and the entire poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,887 Points Dave Walker (3/10/2014 1:31:00 PM)

    A great poem, it's the way of the world. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 26, 2015


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