Field Of Dreams

The dandelions watch

but their vigil lasts not long

by comparison of Man

though his is nothing

to tree and to stone

 

From a branch once hung thieves

atop the tower, archers

in the field laid lovers

different lives, different eras

different deaths, different tortures

 

The view is unchanged

through hundreds of years

though now it's fenced-in

a sea of grassed memories

of blood, sweat, and tears

 

But modern eyes are blind

to the time that has passed

of the fighting, the living

giving, taking, loving

just to know their existence won't last

 

And the tower still stands

by the tree, in the field

of long-gone dreams, unseen

lived-out now, it seems

but new hearts will come, and will yield

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This is very very well constructed.I would be honest i started loving it more towards the end.I had many questions,in abeyance in my mind..when i read the stanza,
From a branch once hung thieves

atop the tower, archers

in the field laid lovers

different lives, different eras

different deaths, different tortures
There was something so striking about the lines..different lives until different tortures.
All my questions found their answers in the stanzas following..
The view is unchanged

through hundreds of years

though now it's fenced-in

a sea of grassed memories

of blood, sweat, and tears..
I liked the last two stanzas a lot.


But modern eyes are blind

to the time that has passed

of the fighting, the living

giving, taking, loving

just to know their existence won't last..there is something so true when you say the modern eyes being blind to an an era that has passed by..an era which always wanted to give so much,pass on so much..but it lies under speculation that all that has been passed on ,how much of it has been grasped and put to good use.
You build the mood and the emotion with every stanza and it peaks towards the end..i like this pattern.

[Alicante lullaby]

your work always refreshes...nothing more beautiful could have proposed for that beautiful picture...
but new hearts will come, and will yield.
sweet and glimmers like hope.

[Jessica]

Beautiful. I love the images that play in my mind as I read this. I wish there was more nature in this world to behold :)

[Abdul Aziz]

Beautiful. This field holds a great wealth of memory and dreams.
You open your poem with strokes of simplistic genius. I love the opening stanza:
"The dandelions watch
but their vigil lasts not long
by comparison of Man
though his is nothing
to tree and to stone"
The relative nature of our existence. We come and go. We live for but a few years, but think we live long. We dream. We die. New humans are born, who do the same.

"different lives, different eras
different deaths, different tortures"
The word "tortures" here seems to be hiding something substantial, in my opinion.

"The view is unchanged
through hundreds of years
though now it's fenced-in
a sea of grassed memories
of blood, sweat, and tears"
This stanza is the most telling. Things may appear to be the same superficially. But there may be a vehement storm brewing inside. You've captured it beautifully in a soothing tone.

"But modern eyes are blind
to the time that has passed"
Very true.

"lived-out now, it seems
but new hearts will come, and will yield"
The cycle of life continues.

I too have written a poem once with almost exactly the same title! But mine has a different subject.

Beautiful poem. Great work!

[Lucy Joan]

Beautiful poem. A very fresh and insightful imagery about the past lives that have come and gone, hence- Field of Dreams. Wonderful allusion and comparison.

[Elizabeth]

This has a haunting, ethereal quality. I quite like this one... I read it several times, to be sure I wasn't missing any nuance.

[Tate Morgan]

Ah the tower all London shuddered at the thought Now a tourist attraction .It seems sacrilegious

[Ladysue]

A beautifully written piece. The last stanza is very powerful as is the whole poem, but the last stanza is what stood out for me. Excellently done...

[Poeticpiers]

Mans lifespan may be short but it is mankind that rings the changes which are marked by ancient trees or stone built towers.
We only have now to live and experience the past is history and the future at best uncertain