Maize Field

Maize Field

A Poem by Middling

From a leafy window I gaze
Out to a long field of maize,
Which is baker adjacent
On this beautiful summer day
Where all one can do is procrastinate.
But this is not my minds intention
I am remembering those wonderful days,
When fond friends walked through the field
And talked of silly childish things,
But little can I do for the passing of time.
As I write this rhyme I am far away,
For I left my friends and family each and
A hole in my heart and soul transcends
For no longer familiar friends are we,
As we were when were so small and wee,
Uncertain words of long time no see
And innocent smiles of our terrible squalor,
For we have awkwardness to a tee.

© 2010 Middling


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Middling
Maybe not finished, open to suggestions.

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Life seem to be a circle. We begin alone and in the end we are left alone to understand what we did good or bad in a life. Many times in a life we have many with us and one day we seem to be alone in the field of life. I like the feel in your words. I learn a long time ago to appreciate time with good friends and family. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Great rhythm and imagery. I can feel the passion and regret connected with these memories. I like it the way it is, very nice job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Memories. I find myself daydreaming of the past quite often. Nice work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem makes me think of Hamlet, "for yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if like a crab you could walk backward." for some reason. Memories are indispensable, but if only there was a way to relive them outside the mind.

Nicely done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great piece of work, well done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very nostalgic and feel-good poem. Not much to suggest, except you could put it in some poetry format. And here's my favorite quote on poetry :

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valvery :)

Keep writing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I think it is finished. This is really nice, with "For we have awkwardness to a tee." being a great close to the piece, and the best line in it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Life seem to be a circle. We begin alone and in the end we are left alone to understand what we did good or bad in a life. Many times in a life we have many with us and one day we seem to be alone in the field of life. I like the feel in your words. I learn a long time ago to appreciate time with good friends and family. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOVE this. excellent write ! :D

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