to swirling golden flow,
in fertile fields ‘neath giving sun;
bringing laughter to gazing eyes.
Breezes that cling to gingham glow
rising above sun kissed knees, framing
form so delightfully;
Under hilly coats of green,
promise of harvest swells,
wishful wind touching smiles;
wafting over softer ground
and each other.
Rustling leaves know gentle wisps
supple limbs bend
as day rises before falling,
twain hearts finding rolling rhythm
whispered air teases moving meadow.
Swaying stems reach for heavens
lips linger in summer sweetness.
Songs of birds make lilting lifts,
soaring on rising warmth.
Winds that shake the barley
find rest in folding dusk,
spent from art moving to restful apart,
awaiting falling cool of evening
and moonlight.
Author notes
Title/PROMPT: Number 2. "The wind that shakes the barley"
"Looking over fields of Barley"
Rob's Photos, Flickr photos
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A contest entry
- Falling out of love [with you and your world] by Naridill.
495 points, ended December 6, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a flow, very captivating and different. Although your direction seems the obvious, I was looking for something else so was impressed with this piece. Very enthralling and the phrasing is calm and beautiful.
Thanks for entering
much luck
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breathtaking
before I saw your authors notes, I keep thinking, this reminds me of the sound fields of barely, which is one of my favorites, although your write is probably better.
blessings,
Michelle
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Such flow and beautiful weaving of words to melt the heart....I chose a wonderful poem for my last to read tonight before going to sleep...
beautiful ...
Lynda
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