Fields of Memory

Fields of Memory

A Poem by LivingDeath

In the fields of memory
Magenta summer leaves,
In motion from the hushing
Some call the mountains breeze.

So far from phobic fears 
Yellow rays against the sky,
Over hills that touch the blue
Under rocks where rainbows hide.

Sheltered from the chaos
Held out when angels weep,
Exhilarating all the senses
Never waking from this sleep. 

© 2011 LivingDeath


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a well thought out piece - imagery subtle and strong;

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh. I love this one. I think this is your best so far! You did a wonderful job... I can relate to it so so much

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very nice poem. Feels good despite some dark connotations. I thought it was too short. I wanted more.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sounds almost like a poem about death. If it is, then it is a very nice outlook on death. (Sorry, my teacher always pounded into me that most poetry, and all literature really, is about sex or death.) I love that you really painted the picture while still getting the peaceful tone across. You use great imagery (magenta leaves, hills that touch the blue, etc). And I like that in the third stanza, you took a turn from describing the scene to almost creating the speaker and telling what he or she is doing, where he or she is. The mention of angels and sleep in this ending stanza were what really made me think this was about death. Since sleep was at the end of the ending line, it made me automatically think of that ultimate ending sleep. Also, the fact that there are three stanzas, since the number three in literature often symbolizes doom or death or, very occasionally, retribution and salvation. But this is just my interpretation, and I'm sure others could come up with a multitude of differnet interpretations.

Anyways, beautiful poem, and I will be shelving this in my favorites. Thanks for the RR.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A beautiful and peaceful poem. You took me to a good place. I like the description. Made the photo come alive. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow very big words i don't know what some of them even mean but thats still so describtive i love it :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Beautiful write! So simple yet sophisticated. I enjoyed this a lot.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I miss you too, Ty.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful, at times I wonder if the rain is really angel's tears crying for us on earth because we are not doing God's will..I have a poem about that..Nice one..Valentine

Posted 13 Years Ago



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LivingDeath
LivingDeath

Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada



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