I sit amidst the rows I have plowed
waiting to see what will grow.
As I stare at the horizon,
the mist of the unknown
begins to dissipate.
I see that my field is a continuum;
part of a never ending cycle
of planting and reaping that
stretches as far as the mind
can conceive.
Lofty ideals float by
that look like the ones
I have held a lifetime.
I am tired and must rest.
I hope others will grab them
and hold on…
…and that the promises
they hold will one day
bloom and the fields
I look upon will become
a garden.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: photo by Michael Giedrojc
No line limit; left align, free verse
A contest entry
- Life Poetry 101 by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended September 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome but I Won't Turn Down Fluffy One's Either :D
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What a beautiful take on the prompt! Sad but lovely. Well done.
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Now this is good. I really have enjoyed reading all of the poems entered because each one has such a wonderful take on the prompt. You, have grabbed the prompt and run with it. Thank you so much. Love, Lane
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Wonderful words well woven. The vision you paint is truly poetic.
Nicely done.
Buddy
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Excellent, heart-felt poetics here, Ken. I was actually there, in the moment with ol' granddad as he gazed out across his fields, imagining the next fruitful harvest. 
Very touching. Thank you for sharing, and best of luck to you in this contest!!! Peace, Cyn
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Oh my Ken, this is truly beautiful. I really enjoyed reading your take on the pic. He looks so sad and lonely sitting there, bless his heart. Makes ya wanna give him a big ol' bear hug
Best of luck my friend.
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