Smallest of Places

Posted on November 8, 2015 by Mish

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I find green in the smallest of places. It is not the mountain covered in triangular repetition of perfect pine that makes my heart flutter. It is not the river, churned and murky or hills that roll in shades of emerald and jade. It is the single blade of grass between my thumbs, tickling my lips as I blow gently through cupped hands. My eyes wander to the delicate veins of magnolia leaves as tiny aphids make their delicate climb. I reach to touch the green of neon moss blankets warming tree limbs, fallen and forgotten. I follow green in the iridescent glow of dragonfly wings dancing over the shallows. I cherish the green of tiny strawberries weaving on trellises, patiently waiting to ripen. As cerulean skies and yellow meadows magically merge in van Gogh’s “View of the Church of Saint-Paul-de-Mausole, I will still find green in the smallest of places.

Lost in fields of green
Four leaf clover at our feet
Gently we must walk

Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poet’s Pub. We have been inspired by the work of Vincent van Gogh.

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http://theenglishprofessoratlarge.com | November 8, 2015 at 11:09 pm

Thank you for this magical exploration of green.
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- mishunderstood | November 9, 2015 at 3:03 am
  
  Thank you! I really appreciate your comment. 🙂
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mincs1 | November 9, 2015 at 2:58 am

Beautiful … van Gogh’s art, your narration and poetry, all of it! 🙂
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- mishunderstood | November 9, 2015 at 3:04 am
  
  Thanks so much!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | November 9, 2015 at 5:36 am

I love how you have focusd on green, the color that seem to be missing in th painting. Especially how you focus on the details of the blades and moss.. Wonderful and thanks for joining,
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- mishunderstood | November 10, 2015 at 3:48 am
  
  Thank you, Bjorn. 🙂
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Bryan Ens | November 9, 2015 at 2:23 pm

There is beauty to be seen in the grandeur of mountains…and in the blade of grass. Delightful write! Indeed, beauty surrounds us if we but take the time to see it!
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Grace | November 9, 2015 at 4:55 pm

You have the eyes for nature’s delicate details here – love in the green grass, moss & butterfly ~

Terrific haibun, thanks for sharing ~
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- mishunderstood | November 10, 2015 at 3:50 am
  
  Glad you enjoyed it, Grace. Thank you.
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katiemiafrederick | November 9, 2015 at 9:09 pm

And ’tis the same
for Whitman’s
leaves of grass
and for me a grain
of sand a letter or
number to find the
Universe of one
in the smallest
and largest
sane..

Trees of grass
leaves last
grow forest..:)
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lynn__ | November 9, 2015 at 11:00 pm

Green is peaceful, serene…like your gentle haibun. Good to find beauty in small things (and to be able to make a grass blade whistle)!
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- mishunderstood | November 10, 2015 at 3:51 am
  
  I used to love making them….still do!
  Thanks for stopping in, lynn.
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dunelight | November 10, 2015 at 12:53 am

Ahhh the little green hill…when I think of Van Gogh I think of golden yellow; his stars, his sunflowers, his fields.. this was lovely.
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- mishunderstood | November 10, 2015 at 3:52 am
  
  Thanks so much! 🙂
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Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) | November 12, 2015 at 3:53 am

What a lovely concept, and how sweetly expressed.
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