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Refreshing The Fields (poem)

Updated on March 19, 2014


Calling through what use to be

Searching for some memory

Embers of a mystery

Down forgotten streets



Wandering forgiving mist

Following those things dismissed

Wonderings which still persist

Pictures washed ashore


We are not there anymore

One more corner turned a while ago

An instant destined for the wind

Sweetness refreshing the fields



Gathering up the leaves of why

Which left the tree to kiss the sky

Strange how dreamer’s bodies lie

In a jealous world


We are not there anymore

In those footprints paved by someone else

Which showed their purpose after all

Pathway refreshing the fields



Calling through soft use to be

Falling on what eyes can’t see

Stalling in complacency

Of moments to regret


We are not there anymore

Building stairways to another door

Wishing for the dreams amid the clouds

And rains refreshing the fields

Of possibilities


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Great imagery and enjoyed.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      I enjoyed reading this, you express the thoughts in your poem so well.

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      I.W. McFarlane 4 years ago from Philadelphia

      Very descriptive and imaginative!

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      Nithya Venkat 4 years ago from Dubai

      Great poem, well expressed.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Another masterfully written poem, Martin!

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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      There is always a new hope when we can see the possibilities.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      You paint the conundrum of life, M..

      Once experienced - it's sooo hard to just STOP...

      an intelligent mind is a dual edged sword, isn't it?

      you capture it perfectly, as usual..