The field

Soft breath winds crossed the field

Wildflowers bending in its reverence

Cottoned clouds in their endless journey

While the brook chattered over rocks

It was a secret place

Discovered on a Sunday walk

And later our place for picnics and passion

In the warm days of spring and new beginnings

 

Carrion crows gossiped from the stand of pines

Tall grasses hissed around the breeze

From somewhere a ewe called for a lamb

And the sun was gentle and generous

You would be there, on your back, eyes upward

Smiling at all that was

Wishing that every day could be so wondrous

Until the splendor brought your tears of elation

 

And there was me . . . . sole witness of true grandeur

Found within the curve of your lip or winsome half smile

You were more glorious than the boastful clouds

More radiant than the sun against the brook stones

Far more gentle and fulfilling than the calming breeze

More easily loved than all of creation

For as the earth will one day consume me

So did you so long ago

 

Reviews

[Stammers]

There was a sense of the great, expansive, vastness of the world in the bones of this, for me - like a traditional Chinese painting, where the human figures are depicted as very small and part of the greater landscape.

I enjoyed your narrative of living, using individual, unobserved, yet ever-present journeys; the eager flow of streams and vulnerability of lambs, etc, to build a great momentum of 'movement' which we are all inescapably caught up in. The point being made that whilst it is beautiful and organic, it is ultimately all encompassing and consuming - as is love.

For me, the three stanza's are interesting, but it is your final lines which anchor this as more than intelligent observation. The ambiguity and power of your reference to death and consummation flow so beautifully as dual metaphor for the inevitable oxymoron that 'love hurts', because it locks you into these deep feelings; just as the huge, diverse, open world we see, is only really 'freedom in a cage'' because of the irreversible laws of death. I find this tinged with the real taste of sweetness, that burns like its sour - awesomely real. So much to play with, a very interesting and successful write.

[DrD]

Haz, I have never had a more complete review that so readily understood each nuance I intended. I am very grateful for your words, and you.

[Just Some Dreamer]

Ahh I love the romance embedded into the wonderful imagery. I also love the line "While the brook chattered over rocks." I don't know why though. :P

[DrD]

I appreciate your visit, Dreamer and hope to see more of you

[Eve]

So very rare to get to love like this twice, once is a miracle, so many will never know, truly know the indescribable elation in the curve of a smile but by reading this they climb ever closer to knowing how this feels first hand.

[DrD]

Thank you, Myth. It is always a pleasure to have you here and to have your words that are deeply appreciated.

[Anu Biswas]

I notice you wrote '16 books' in one of your comments. Congratulations firstly. And I do sincerely hope you have many many more to come and delight us. What more can I say?

[DrD]

Your visit says enough and it is deeply appreciated.

[Mic]

Seems she may still consume you, DrD. Was at first taken by the enchanting imagery of your own secret garden. Made privy to glimpses of your shangri la. Then an almost voyeuristic sensation ensued as you allowed us a peek of her... through your own eyes and thought.

Then the lament. Beautiful, though haunting, finale. Thank you.

[DrD]

Thank you, Mic, for your visit and I hope you return soon.

[DrD]

And yes, she does still consume me and probably always will.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a beautiful love poem...the last two poems ate me up...literally and figuratively...

breathless imagery throughout..i saw, heard, felt, tasted and touched this one.

jacob

[sharonlee]

Beautiful imagery, richly layered. Thank you for sharing.

[DrD]

Oh dear poet, every glimpse is a macro photography of your precious quill, each moment captivated, into the purity of silence, and you lived it dearly, how do I love to be here and read your astonishing words. Thank you, best read of tonight *smiling* you're so well seasoned....

E.L.

[DrD]

Thank you, Elisa, for walking through the field with me

So welcome, dear poet! loved it! you should be published!!!!

[DrD]

I am, Elisa. 16 books to date.

Ohhh Wow, then I shouldn't have said nothing ;) *wink* Hope to have you one day on my bookshelf :)

[M.M.I]

It's truly a feat to be able to immerse a reader so deeply in writing. This was a very calming poem, and I feel that there is truth behind these words. The first stanza was great, probably my favorite. Thanks for sharing, DrD

[DrD]

Thanks for dropping in, M.M.I. I appreciate your kind comments.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

A tear falls .. as I remember Love ..

Stop that wonder-full writing .. I have work to do ..

Have I told you lately .. .. .

My heart is skipping in and out of times ...

Once again you leave me breathless .. xx J.

[DrD]

Thanks, J. now get busy

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Lunch first, I hate this time change ..

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Just came back to say, don't think I gave this it's due praise .. I love it, well done .. xx J.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Good Night .. xx

[DrD]

If you sleep alone, dear lady, you need not dream alone