Fields of Wheat

I once lived in a place where for as far as the eye could see there was only nature...

 

Fields of wheat

the color of my mother’s hair

 

rolling

 

rolling passed the hazy edge

of a blue clear horizon

with bursts of white

hanging in the stillness

with no depth, no condescendence

 

and I fall

 

back on to the softness

beneath a tree with ancient branches

feeling the way my own hair rests

between the narrow stalks,

my body denting the perfection

of the aurous sea

 

 I am anonymous

 

in the waning light of an unblemished day

where a girl can still hide herself completely

on a small patch of ground

surrounded by acres of freedom

Reviews

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It's the same with me. I like the oneness that you create in your poems. Especially:

"back on to the softness
beneath a tree with ancient branches
feeling the way my own hair rests
between the narrow stalks" -I think this really spells out this poem the best.

And I think you really capture the wonder and beauty that is found in nature. So when is your compendium of poetry going to hit the bookshelves? =)

[Michael X]

You did the form fitting, and this was perfect. you have a great way
with form, wording and punctuating thought, this poem allows the reader to
overlook open fields, and peer inside the heart of an artist with words,
painting the wheatstalk golden. beautifully written and expressed.

[Loribeth215]

Lovely. I can almost smell the wheat!

[Gandré]

in the waning light of an unblemished daywhere a girl can still hide herself completelyon a small patch of groundsurrounded by acres of freedom---------this last stanza... so haunting.. you demonstrate a delicious sentimentality, that's what I like most about yr writing...i love this feeling....your poetry is essentially a literary art, always different. I like how you use the substantivs. The description of this precious moment of stillness breathing the wheet field... how it catapult you into the past and and all the associations you had, I liked.. such a tender write ! hmm.

[BrightEyes]

living in the expanse of farm country - I had to read a piece entitled "field of wheat". While there are wheat fields here - mostly, there is corn. there is a bliss to feeling like you are alone in the world; surrounded by nature's bounty when one wanders into the midst of it and disappears from the world. you've captured that feeling with this piece - great job.

[kimberly]

this is absolutely beautiful! i like the positioning of blue and clear instead of the other way around.

[Lori]

This has an awesome sense of freedom -- of being alone but not lonely. The poet just surrenders herself over to the landscape. There's also an innosence here. While the place is real -- it seems of the past, and there's no returning to it. I really love it!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sometimes being alone is a wonderful thing where you can collect your thoughts... i got that serene feeling of reminiscing of beautiful memories and feeling at peace with ones self... Loved it very much.