It was 'that' field
autumn ‘65;
a breath of life stood in the grass
rays of light round a face
with torchy eyes
cedar smoke and pumpkins
fogged the wagon
a nest of bodies filled
clouds made of hay
his blue flannel smile
and homeless guitar
plays this heart;
like gypsies we follow
a wooing flute
to pipe the reverie
we chorus, arpeggio
his warm lips perch
from the fleecy collar
planting stars on my mouth.
Nothing then nor since
ever knew the death of goodbye
as I pass the field all these
cold years later.
There, the story danced before me
a book with cracked binding
recaptured in the snow.
autumn ‘65;
a breath of life stood in the grass
rays of light round a face
with torchy eyes
cedar smoke and pumpkins
fogged the wagon
a nest of bodies filled
clouds made of hay
his blue flannel smile
and homeless guitar
plays this heart;
like gypsies we follow
a wooing flute
to pipe the reverie
we chorus, arpeggio
his warm lips perch
from the fleecy collar
planting stars on my mouth.
Nothing then nor since
ever knew the death of goodbye
as I pass the field all these
cold years later.
There, the story danced before me
a book with cracked binding
recaptured in the snow.
Author notes
For Joanie (an alter-ego) & the one from that time. Hope it's deeply felt.
Painting courtesy
http://www.virgilelliott.com/gallery/paintings/Dreamer_001
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 10 of 10
-
Hood-Winked!
Rich in imagery, I am very impressed with this write, you have a great imagination when it comes to describing
Great freeverse with a very smooth flow, and some wonderful lines...engaging, emotive and creative

You have been H00d-Winked by a poetic Bandit
Love and smiles...
~Lilac


-
-
Thank you! I liked your comment.



By the way, I left a note on Sharky's page that should also go to you!
I'm much impressed with the mission of your
Bandit's group. How cool and unique!
Bless you so much.
-
-
passionate, nostalgic, warm, kind, sentimental. Yet all subdued as if one cannot dare too much for fear the wall would busrt and the flood would drown...
-
Such a refined, subdued poem ...
of deeply felt memories, rekindling the emotions and colorful passion felt. I simply adored this. May I please include this write in KREATIV's publication of 2007: The Book of Gain and Loss/Die Boek van Wins en Verlies?
I think this is one of your very best poems! You are indeed one of the very best poets on this website, too.
Love to you, my adorable friend.
Myra


-
-
rrrrrrrreAALLLY? Ohhh. Well. I'm so happy that you selected this. It's part of a year of grabbing on to things that once were.
One of my best? That's a gift from you to say so.
Thank you for your time, comment, critique, and the solo position you take to give back!
Yes. Please do use this as I see it fits the theme. Send me the needed details. Love,......Dianne/



-
-
Marvelous
i enjoyed your poem alot. a very vivid picture and nice visualization. Thanks for sharing. Would you mind reading one of my poems? I would appreciate your analysis. -
How beautiful...
and bittersweet. Lovely use of images. Autumn is my favorite season; I could smell the woodsmoke and feel the seasonal cold.
-
very nice
very nioce well written keep up the good job -
"planting stars on my mouth..."
such an unexpected image with that verse that is just so perfect.
It's another lovely lovely poem by you. I'm amazed by the strength of poetry that some writers have when depicting events through others lives, as well as their own. It's such a gift that you can give such poetry to others.
-Kimmie
-
-
hey cutie!
Your comments make me look again and enjoy.
*exhales*. Yes. You know me and my sharp hyperboles..lol. Gotta dole 'em out so you
'get it'..hehehe.
Thank you so much.Blessings, CookieZ/Di
-
1 - 10 of 10








