Fields

Recently wrote this poem. 2024 Rhyming Quatrains in 10-Count

 

 Fields....

   

   Lavender fields fill my visions of you ...

   longing your safe arrival home to me,

   knowing our love will remain always true; 

   stand, watching as tall waves drift out to thee.

   Hard rain appeared at once with no warning;

   my worries of you become uncontrolled …

   taking deep breaths as night becomes morning,

   watching as the moon changes yellow to gold.

   

   Suddenly, from a distance boat sails appear;

   now, I yell to the sky, "Dear God, thank You!"

   His boat swaying about, as without fear …

   my true love is saved 'gainst dark ocean spew.

   Kisses tell my story from long ago,

   when a sailor left for the open sea ...

   never knowing if my true love would show,

   awaiting patiently for only he.

Author's Note

If by chance you read my poem I would appreciate a review.
I always review all the works I read.
Thank you,
Lisa

Reviews

[Soren]

Lisa so glad to have heard from you. This poem speaks of patience rewarded, prayers answered, love returned. Taken at face value it reads wonderfully with great rhyme and rhythm but it speaks deeper as a metaphor for all those who await fearing the worst to be rewarded in the end for their patience and fidelity. Nicely done

[Lisasview]

Hi Soren,
And thank you so much for your very kind review. It has been ages since I last wrote or posted a poem...
Hoping to get back to it...
Lisa

[Chris]

Here it is still before 5 A.M.. I've coffee and sight of day's break. Thoughts and life's experience whirl and transcend their whens. At this moment, I dwell on ship's times and roiling seas. Nor'easter's footprints on passageway walls and such. The power and majesty of the deep gray-greens.

As one of the young fools of my time - I ventured where angels thought first. Strange how most "adventurers" weren't old or experienced enough to recognize "Love" but still had such emotional bonds to draw them back from whence they came. For me, home was always where I took off my "hat" and caught a breath before continuing. People went out of their way to make it that way ...because - they could, I guess.

I always appreciated Norse myths - for their reality. And the "explorers' spirit" and wonder was a DRAW not a hindrance. I've walked "miles" in so many others' shoes and actually listened within their breaths as moments continued (and not).

So many live within their fields' dreams - so I don't knock it or them - I just smile softly and continue on.

[Lisasview]

Thank you for your outstanding review... Which in itself is a poem of sorts... I needed to read it several times to get the meaning of what you wrote...if I actually got it..
Lisa, early here in cold and rainy Spain

[Chris]

Oh, we both know you "got it".

[Lisasview]

Probably but your words are always thought provoking...
Lisa

[Chris]

Life seems to do that...

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, the sea can be cruel and many a love has awaited patiently the safe return of her significant other. If you live by the coast, there are always stories of sailors being lost at sea. This is penned beautifully Lisa. The lavender opening gets the whole poem off to a very fragrant start. Lovely lines.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Hi Chris, You are so kind to review my writing...
Have no idea where this one came from..but then again...most often I have no idea what inspires me..
Yes, I too love the lavender flowers..took forever to find artwork of lavender flowers with sea or ocean in the back ground..
Lisa...oh and it is sunny today

[Chris Shaw]

Enjoy that sun. We have it here too. Really appreciated your artwork Lisa :)

[Gee]

A lovely piece on a lover waiting on her sea bound beau to return safely.

' Cross rolling fields of lavender
and seas of deepest blue
my love will warm a bed to big
when this not shared with you....

[Lisasview]

Did you write a poem with that lovely verse in it? Or did my poem inspire you? If you did not you really should because that stanza is wonderful..
Glad you enjoyed my poem,
Lisa

[Gee]

Hi Lusa, the simple wee verse came off the back of your lovely words. Perhaps I will pen a poem and use these, perhaps not as I tend to write fairly infrequently.

[Gee]

Typo.....Lisa

[Lisasview]

Yes, I thought so and I am delighted that my poem inspired you..
Why infrequently...

[Gee]

Hmmmmm, I seem to be most inspired to pick up the pen by the loss of a loved one so this the reason, although this was not always the case.
If you went back through my poems to April 2019, mums passing, you would see a trend where most poems written are death, grief, related.
Strange eh !

[Lisasview]

Not so strange..really Gordon.. I find that my poems are also about death..actual death or death of a relationship.. Also, about sadness, grief and pain..Not sure why but that is where my thoughts go although I am in a wonderful ~ loving relationship (now nearly 40 years) so who knows what lurks in our minds and needs to be released..

[Cherrie]

First nothing sets the stage better than lavender.
I San see a girl in a raised print gingham and the grateful kisses 💋 that follow.

[Lisasview]

Hi Cherrie, Thank you for your kind review,
I too love the lavender and was lucky enough to finally find artwork that had lavender and a hint of the sea beyond..Thank you!!

[lightsong]

You are becoming more skillful in structured poetry, this flows wonderfully and tells your story in an enjoyable way. "Kisses tell my story from long ago" oh that's an endearing expression love it :>

[Lisasview]

Oh good... I now see your review for my Fields.
You always leave such kind reviews..This one is quite a bit different from any others I have written..but most are about love..
Lisa, getting light here in Spain..coffee is finished and I am off to practice Chopin on my baby grand piano..
Lisa

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I liked this one. My father was a sailor in WWII. I'm certain my mother felt such anxiety when he sailed away to war in the Pacific, knowing the dangers and waiting...waiting. After several engagements with the Japanese he was injured and took some shrapnel in his ankle. They had to replace the the entire ankle at Bethesda Naval Hospital so he was shipped home to the states and that was the end of war for him. Mother used to sing, "I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes, who is sailing far over the sea..." She thought dad had blue eyes for a long time. They were actually sea foam green; rather appropriate for a sailor. :) I enjoyed your poem. Tenderly, F.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for your review Fabian.. This is my newest poem.. Wonderful that it brought back memories of both your mother and your father..
My father-in law was in the war...WW11. He was in Europe and was amoung those that liberated a death camp... My husband said that he came back a different man..
Also, my husband always says his eyes are green..quite adamant..but no, they are light blue...I have seen those eyes now for over 40 years..
Lisa