If I Were a Wheat Field

about my pure love for humankind and my need to give and to give and to give...for example good thoughts, love, deeds, poems...

When I was a child

I wanted to grow among people

with my words swaying forever

like ripe wheat in the breeze.

 

I gathered dew from morning glories

keeping it fresh inside glass pitchers,

I listened to the singing fountains

stemming from my heart,

running barefooted on city streets.

 

So many empty hours were lost

in an abacus without beads,

melting like night into day

and rain into snowfall.

Too many tears were getting dry

over the vines with sour grapes.

 

And how I crave

to break my rainbow instead of wheat spikes  

in two, in three...

in tiny pieces I can’t count.

 

Shining with joy, giving it all.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Your beautiful and giving spirit comes through in your writing. Lovely images as always well written.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much.

[Marie]

Scattering beautiy like grains of wheat.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks, it was something inside me since I was a child, this powerful need to give something good to others. But giving is as hard as receiving, one person cannot always guess what can please others.