Inchworm

She sat under blue sky

In fresh like cotton air breezes

On a small hill of grass by some sand

She picked his thin body up off of a leaf

He was the most gentle thing she would ever hold in her hand

As his front legs dug in, she stared at his work

Then a tickle on her skin, his back legs pushed forward

He became a graceful bending green twig

Making his way on his path

On her hand

She stayed in that spot, her pew by theΒ sea,

Feeling softness in and all around her

Until he came to the very tip of her grasp

And then she knew it was time to let go.

19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Susan L Daniels
    May 08, 2012 @ 08:19:21

    Love inchworms–they are so cute–and you turned this one into a transcendent moment πŸ™‚

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  2. nelle
    May 08, 2012 @ 08:38:31

    Such a tiny creature in a beautiful setting. Oh to be by the sea on a nice day, taking in the environment. Well done.

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    • jeglatter
      May 08, 2012 @ 16:07:24

      Was working from –what was the most gentle thing I had ever held in my hand and that is what I came up with. Thanks Nelle!

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  3. Angela
    May 08, 2012 @ 11:06:33

    Delightful poem! I especially loved this line:
    “In fresh like cotton air breezes” πŸ™‚

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    • jeglatter
      May 08, 2012 @ 16:08:22

      Angela, that was my favorite too. I am blessed by your presence here–your always careful reading and your beautiful open heart.
      -Jennifer

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  4. kenben
    May 08, 2012 @ 13:03:43

    Very nice

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  5. fiercebuddhist
    May 08, 2012 @ 13:41:45

    Reblogged this on FierceBuddhist and commented:
    A salute to those injuried by Agent Orange

    Reply

  6. renokingswordsnpoetry
    May 08, 2012 @ 21:24:18

    Nice!

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    • jeglatter
      May 08, 2012 @ 21:51:40

      Hi Reno,
      Thank you. This one started with me wondering how to describe the wind of the day over here. Then I had wanted to write about gentleness anyway so wondered what the most gentle thing I ever held was. Then I happily thought of inchworms. By that point the poem is already writen because perfect animal…but worked on it and got it in perfect inch worm shape and it didn’t translate. Yes, I had difficulty with this one. Rewrote it in the morning. πŸ™‚ Cheers, Jennifer

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  7. Mr. Watson
    May 09, 2012 @ 18:10:34

    Great write!

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  8. stevehallsbooks
    May 12, 2012 @ 18:55:53

    Yes… let it go to enjoy it again later. πŸ™‚

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  9. bneal817
    May 15, 2012 @ 19:51:30

    Ahhh… what a wonderful poem! I sense so much here, such depth of meaning, far beyond what appears on the surface… This simple description of an inchworm conveys a deep understanding of life, of letting go…

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    • jeglatter
      May 15, 2012 @ 21:01:47

      Thank you! and thank you for stopping by and touching base with comments. i was so happy to read your poem yesterday and to see the sanskit sitting there at the end. mine always start that way, and sometimes finish that way, but i don’t include it here. πŸ™‚ -Jennifer

      Reply

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