The Field

Growing up...

 

The girl walked through the fields

Under the beautiful sunlit skies

Her Sunday stockings were stained with spring dew

And her worried mother was far out of sight

 

Her imagination wandered

As she plucked blades of grass with her fingertips

Wishing for maturity yet unaware of her destiny

Of many tears and broken relationships

 

She daydreams in perfection

For it is the most beautiful of dream states

Yet the most unrealistic and misleading

And later will cause her countless mistakes

 

She giggled at her mother’s voice

As the woman ran to chastise her innocence

She was truly a believer in the world

And knew not the meaning of repentance

 

Life became a nightmare

And being nice developed into a chore

Even the most lovely of minds turn bitter

And youth is finally no more

 

Now the field is dry

In a world where everything has changed

The grass is dead and the sky is dark

But the little girl still remains

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this around the time of my high school graduation.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Life became a nightmare

And being nice developed into a chore

Even the most lovely of minds turn bitter

And youth is finally no more"

Part and parcel of growing up and coming to terms with reality. Bravo.................

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

Beautiful! The flow,visual thoughts every thing! :)

[Droll Prole]

ah the story of my life ha ha. Nothing is ever as good as a daydream is it?

[Muse4apoem]

Wow Rose! I'm honestly speechless!

[perfectlyadapted]

Beautiful. I love the images you created. The thing I like the most about this poem is that feeling of foreboding. My one criticism is the flow - it's a bit off in places. Besides that I really enjoyed it!