The Dancing Flowers

In this most cryptic life
I stand in an open field
Among flowers of yellow
My fixation on the wind
As it danced with the flowers
With  gracious amusement
The dance of the two
Does not concern life
It is concentrated
In the moment of togetherness
The olive field danced carefree
Letting off its tangy smell
With every sway
As if to say
"Let this life be cryptic
For I do not care to solve it.
I am here.
In this most fantastic moment.
Dancing with love and passion.
Forget everything else."

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

Ian this is beautiful.. I love the thought of the dance between the wind and the fields of flowers... The last two lines are passionate.. Nice work.. shallimarRose

[Ian Faraway]

I have a wheat field in the back of my house that I often look out at and, since we're on top of a hill, the wind combs itself through the field. That's where I got the inspiration.

[shallimarRose]

"the wind combs itself through the field" another very poetic line.. Rose

[Ian Faraway]

I'm actually struggling to find ways to describe the imagery. :) It's just how I described it and besides, I thought it added a nice visual.

[Poetic Beauty]

I am here.
In this most fantastic moment.
Dancing with love and passion.
Forget everything else."

Stunning visuals throughout this piece. I love the last stanza in this poem. Sometimes we have to let things go and just live and breathe in the moment.

[Ian Faraway]

It is something we all forget to do. Especially myself. It's just a little reminder that helps us go back to the paths we need to take.