Illustrious Gold

Dark grey clouds surround me

So dark they are almost black

I walk within a field of

Illustrious gold

 

I watch the wind

As it tries to grasp the wheat

In swirling dancing circles

So desperate to touch what is out of reach

 

I hear its mournful cry

Wailing for the lack of hands and fingers

That would allow a simple touch

A silken caress

 

The wheat bends and sways

With the unseen force

The heads smiling and teasing

Enjoying the clumsy embrace

 

I close my eyes

And open my ears

Letting nature’s music fill me

It permeates my heart and soul…

 

 

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

So much to learn when one opens their eyes by closing them.
This nature’s dance of grasp and desperation.
A cry, a wail, the simple touch of a force, unseen.
Heads smiling and teasing, in this clumsy embrace.
The embrace of dark on the golden sea.
With a song of soul, as the grass flows sweet.

[three]

you describe a moment that i often time have in the hills near my house. such golden grain! at first i was confused about why the clouds were dark, as to me the golden hills look most beautiful when accentuated by a full sun. i guess surrounding darkness makes the gold stand out as more of a beacon. sharp contrast makes the gold "illustrious." the color is a very special one. props for a very well done poem.

[Stacey Watts]

This is very much a beautiful piece. The words flowed gently and peacefully. It was very calming.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The mix of dark and light in this poem blends so well together and shows just how much of a fine line there is between the two and how quickly it can change so enjoy the good and stand tall during the bad... you know how to inspire the reader.

[Ellen Hammond]

Amazing how closing our eyes can indeed open our ears and other senses to the songs of nature. Another beautiful, vivid, write of awakening, my friend.

[An owl on the moon]

Such vivid sensations surround us here... through the beauty of the swaying wheat... softness of the dancing wind... mournful cry of its longing voice... Truly beautiful music that arises in your words!

[Jenny Nelson]

Very pleasant and "free feeling" write. Very descriptive. Gives a great appreciation for nature.

[cest la vie]

Zang girl..

this is downright lovely.. makes me want to lie in an open place, wind blowing softly, and re-read this poem.
This is beautiful, Tao T!!!

[Ed Hart]

I see you there, the wind in your hair, your arms free, your head tilted, listening, sensing the soul of the hour...you turn, you can feel a presence, you smile...there is room for two, someone is coming....