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The Field
I saw her over a field of grass,
sat there in the middle.
Her being took me by surprise
with its tranquil beauty.
There I stood on the edge of the field
struck into statuesque wonder.
As I beheld her it seemed all else
faded and fell away into chaos.
She rose from her place there.
She stood like a lighthouse
signaling land to a man in a hurricane.
Her beam rotated, fell and fixated
on me, startled at my presence.
Her surprise turned to curiosity
and she waved and smiled.
As I stood there on the edge,
everything told me to wave back.
And so, broken from paralysis,
I brought my hand up.
Her smile grew and suddenly it felt
I was being drawn towards her.
Like she was a star and
I had orbited too close.
Like I had no choice in the matter,
that it was simply gravity.
She remained there in the center,
and I stepped over the edge slowly.
Like a man approaching the unknown,
whose need to know outweighs everything.
As I began that walk across the field,
intuition whispered when I reached
Her, I would be home.
Somehow I knew to a certainty.
So I walked slowly and steadily,
And she waited and watched.
Until finally I came to her place,
in the middle of that field,
and stopped before her.
Stillness occurred in that moment,
as we beheld one another for eternity.
As, unspoken, it became known by
the two they would now be one.
Until finally she left her place,
in the middle of that field,
Taking one step towards me.
And that’s how we started.
I was completely captivated
I was completely captivated by this intriguing and dazzling display of your talent. Loved every moment in this ethereal encounter. Wondrous.
Thank you
It gladdens me to know the piece made your day a little better!
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Again, an amazing use of
Again, an amazing use of metaphor and simile. I really like your style.
Starward
Many Thanks!
I see now that many of my poems lack a narrative or a plot I suppose.
So with this piece I tried to relate a story.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Poems, especially those that
Poems, especially those that have the same fine qualities of yours, need not convey a plot or a story. Consider, for example, Haiku and Tanka: almost totally without plots or stories. Your poems are too good for this to be a question.
Starward
Agreed
I realize many intricate plots can exist between the lines in poetry without need for explicit stating of the events, however I wanted to be a little more straightforward this time around, as an exercise. Many of my works I consider to be exercises in the use of certain literary tools, only a few are personal and were written as a sort of catharsis.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.