Oh, I love these circles. I can see those sketches. This is lovely.

Now I am thinking about the many, many signficances of circles . . . this is quite beautiful and rich, like baklava.

Your use of imagery is strong. There is much here for the reader to feast on.

I remember drawing circles in art class where you were instructed to keep drawing over the same circle, again & again. Clockwise, then a new one, counter-clockwise. Never lifting your pencil from the page...
Mesmerizing, almost.
:-)

Perfect. Like a circle. R

beautiful - how to comment ?
maybe : think about your wrist more,
is all I can think of

i used to try and try and could never quite get it right, but you have, scupper, and it's close to perfect. circling the year, bringing it to a close.

Ooooooh...this is so complex...the connection of this shape with what I see as the cycle of nature...of the farmer...beautiful. xox

Loved this, we draw our circles and run around in them after we've drawn them; meanwhile, the wheel turns slowly, but inexorably, and it will inevitably crush us into dust or send us spinning off into a hereafter we can't imagine. Turn, turn, turn.

Circles, circles, circles everywhere.

Rated.

Such good advice, "use all of your arm". Is it in that applying just a little more of your whole self that it comes, this drawing of circles?
To be read again.....and again...
S

Beautiful. Just as circles are.

This is lovely, scupper. I keep reading it over and over.

I love the strength, the fluidity, the energy, the possibility of circles. You captured the link between them all.

"Captured on the carousel of time . . ."

We all keep trying to draw those circles.
Exquisite piece Scupper.

this is so rich and brings so many thoughts to me here.
Every read brings more.
it reflects the circle of life.
You write so well dear.

Lovely, really lovely.

I feel peaceful reading this. Thank you.

Peace. Life. Calm. Humor. Sacred.
You say you draw farmer round arse.
Shame.
Tease.
Beauty.
You draw cleavage you see on farm arse.
The farm field is filled with wine glasses.
The farmer sits in his arse and sips wine.
The blueberry wine glasses get plowed.
One day there will be glasses that grow.
The farmer can sit and be a jolly wino.
I know this is 'off-topic' but you farm.
You hide hymn-porn in underground.
Your lip-syncing words and singsongs.
A farmer ask You to sit downs and sip.
Your worth reading slow with a atlas.
Atlas?
I mean hide erotic memory in a Atlas.
No hide naked photos in farm pants.
No hide chocolate kisses in pockets.
M&M?
Melt
arse
silly

CK, Thank you for your vision.
Owl, the significance is everywhere, isn't it?
Chuck, Thank you for coming to the table.
Spotted, Mesmerizing. Yes.
Rita, You are a gifted poet. Thank you for reading.
Kim, I am salivating for your next post. I've seen where others are also. Write, damn it! I'm drawing the roundness in your name.
FF, Such a writer, you. I'm off to your blog this morning! Thanks.
Tom, EP or no? Your visit means much. Yes, these circles are unending.
Robin, You've expressed my heart. Thank you.
Tink, I hesitate to ask where these circles lead you. Happy New Year!
Sharon, Bingo! I am stretching. Keen one.
Smithery, Thank you for stopping by.
Frank, If you are reading more than once, then I've done well enough.
Mamoore, Touching comment. Thank you.
Chicago, I'm blessed that you keep reading me. Thank you for your words.
Mission, Kind Mission. Thank you.
Pilgrim, Thank you my friend.
Sparking, Peaceful. Yes.

Art,
Your first line captures why I stay here sleeping late night or not. And the rest. Teaching me again? You insightful, gifted man. Thank you, as always.

Whew! I don't often respond in this manner, but I value your time and hope you receive this appreciation.

Oh wow I loved this!!!

Great images, truly wonderful poem, especially at this year's end. Thank you!

Love the imagery of this...it's a fine poem, and one that strikes home w the use of drawing as a metaphor. Beautiful..

I can see it all. Nice.

The farmer drew the circle.

scupper,
I absolutely loved this. Thank you for such a fine post.
Rated and appreciated.

Lovely, Lovely poem.

And fascinating, the ill/allusions people have drawn therefrom. Truly revealing, as I suppose it should be.

Just lovely. Thank you.

Love the connections and the poem, the way the poem draws us into the metaphor, adding meaning, personalizing, encouraging us to think of other circles.

Thank you.

Love the imagery of your words! The circles everywhere setting the scene and the feeling of the scene. My favorite line: "Late night,
when I could not shed the day.."

The best circles I've seen were drawn by my organic chemistry professor. On the chalkboard, he drew molecules so large that hundreds of students could see them. Each circle was perfect. That's when I learned that organic chemistry is as much art as science.

Circles, concentric, full, eternal, golden. . .

How many arses are perfectly circular anyway. Good luck with that. Reminds me of a joni mitchell song , I think its called circles.

You know what? You are the first person who ever made me want to be a farmer.

Wanna see a circle? I'll show you a circle.

thanks Scupper, it's always a treat

Fishing, Thank you for stopping by my blog!
Lea, It is good to see you. I've enjoyed reading all of your winter posts! Thanks.
Gary, Now if I could just find the images in light as I have seen you accomplish so well. Thanks for the remark.
Ms. Adams, and Daniel, I am just getting acquainted with your writing. Thanks for visiting.
Dennis, I appreciate your comment. Uplifting.
CM, Good to see you again. Thank you for the feedback.

Monte- Reflection is key, isn't it? Thanks for dropping by.
Painting- Your remark means a lot. I revised that line several times, even after deciding and posting. Revised yet again...finally believed in it. Thanks for your words.
Steve--It's all organic. I agree.
Fusun--A welcome comment. Thank you!
Handymn--Thanks for the Joni tip, and the luck.
D-Art-- I bet you can show me a circle. No doubt.
Y- My friend. Thanks for reading. Happy New Year to you and yours.

"when i could not shed the day"
Glorious!