The White Fields

 

I am supposed to be sleeping
but the moon casts a pale blue shadow
and I want to watch the cotton fields
in long rows of white fluff cocooned
and spreading in the warm air

The windows are open and the cotton
has gone from square to bloom
In between fields, yellow jasmine,
lavender wisteria and dogwoods
scent the air and crickets grow shrill,
while the occasional whippoorwill
mourns some unknown tragedy

I wish upon a star by habit
then find my heart dwelling
on all the wishes that will never come true
It doesn't help that all about me is blue
and the hum of the engine slight but steady
as though it too broods on this highway

It is that lonely time of the soul
when one is silent but certain
there is something that could have
been done differently
A nostalgia for something lost tugs
the corner of my mind as I sigh
toward the pale light
Sleep growing invisible
in the lonely night

 

 

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

well done Phibby. I like it

[Heather]

this poem is stunning, I love the nostalgic mood you set. Great write, its just beautifully written!

[zainul]

Sleep is a factor of life.
It brings dreams that may cause happiness and owe.
It may not embrace some at the needed time which may also cause happiness and owe.
In your case the later happened and to my surprise the episode of "no-sleep' revealed a treasure of amazement that would be lost had you fallen sleep.
I am blessed with a wonderful image of a night of the mountains of Southwest Virginia when the cotton has gone from square to bloom and in between fields,yellow jasmine,lavender wisteria and dogwoods scent the air and crickets grow shrill,while the occasional whippoorwill mourns some unknown tragedy.
I myself am enjoying a divine ecosystem of the mountains of Southwest Virginia
through your lovely poem from far away.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you so much, zainut, I am so glad you can visualize yourself here. You have a traveler's heart that can cross mundane barriers. I am so glad you like the poem.

[zainul]

Thank you for the lovely note,Phibby.
I enjoyed your work because it was so appealing and realistic.

[Michael G.]

Wistful thoughts on the mountain during a warm, sleepless night.
I remember slipping off during those nights and climbing up the mountain and lying in the high fields and wonder at the wandering thoughts.
Well done.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you, Michael, I love lying in high fields! I appreciate your comments!

[Michael G.]

You're more than welcome! Have a wonderful Sunday, and stay dry this coming week!

[Ed Hart]

well, you can take a little comfort in this: this poem will still be being read by lovers of the written word long after your blue vision has passed into the echoes of time

[Phibby Venable]

Ed, that is a wonderful thing to say, thank you.xxx

[Ken Simm.]

This is the true description of nostalgia.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you, Ken!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Once again you have painted a vivid picture of your scenery and your heart.

"I wish upon a star by habit
then find my heart dwelling
on all the wishes that will never come true" and yet, we keep wishing...that is
hope

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you so much for the review!xoxo

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

My pleasure!