humming a tune I don't want to hear,
out of whatever key it wasn't originally,
with one hand out grabbing wheat heads,
and shoes crunching on the gravel,
pants bunching up on the back side of the knees,
hair pony-tailed and bouncing in the light,
yellow as the field in a mid day sun
whose seeds fall from the extended hand,
into the wind and around my waist,
back out into the field where they might multiply.
Author notes
It would be a trick to figure out if the speaker likes the girl or not. I am not even sure if the speaker is male or female. None of that seems to be the point. There is the old idea of lives blowing around in the wind. That seems to be a theme running through my works. Arguably the speaker could be a woman and seed could represent men sex, but that wasn't an original intent. I used the reference to the waste because the hand the let go of the wheat at about waste high.
A contest entry
- seeds by unraveled.
550 points, ended December 15, 2008, 15 entries
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Hmm, this is very dreamy and serene. I like the image of "yellow as the grass in a mid day sun/whose seeds fall from the extended hand" -- that is very nice.
Simplistic, but poetic enough to put me into a daydream
Thank you for your entry,
-cassidy
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