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Felonious Fields

Gold
Stolen
on a breeze -
Cliché and wan.
Nor could fields be
Stray strands of honey-hued blonde
Hidden atop refuge of sands bronzed. 
[Though both expanses harbor privacy untold]
Fields of corn require no comparison,
and may answer to their own dawn;
thrown secret seeds
hide in sod
as birds
flown.

Author notes

What can I say? Even the fields hide crime...had some fun thoughts with this one...
The prompt is -
23. corn fields

and the form is my first endeavor at Diatelle.

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  • januaryrain gold member
    October 28, 2008

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    Excellent

    I could be wrong but sounds like someone is growing their crop in the corn field.
    I love your poem and the form.
    Excellent write.


  • Rose Angel gold member
    October 12, 2008

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    Wow...a diatelle!!!
    Wonderful composition,and flow, plus form of course. The intrigue in the author's notes seems to say a hidden crime lingers in the cornfield! Your imagery, with the corn silk, makes one feel about long blond hair...Intriguing, and rather eerie! Wonderful write!


  • sailor ptolema
    October 9, 2008

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    sounds like 2 people are frolicking in the corn.. .

    a fun form piece, to be sure.

    thanks for entering.

    pt