Want is the Nature of Us

Embedded Poetry - a grand experiment.

Want is the nature of us

Wind blowing through leaves,
Gentle fingers in my hair
These are things I want

Green is the color
That haunts me in the darkness
A hue that echoes

These fields I walk though
Are thick with hiding places
But I will not look

Joy will fill my eyes
Too much for side-ways glancing
At the "might-have-been"

Heart beats mark the now
Better than any clock could;
My hand reaches out--

Blink, the world blinks back.
There is no hand, no heart beat
Only memories...

                         D.R. Edwards

Author's Note

Honesty - always. No matter how pleasant or painful.

Reviews

[Levi]

Coming strictly from a reader's standpoint, I love this. It sort of pushes an honest reality that even in the most lonely times when one doesn't ask for much, we still deep down want. Even something as humble as a hand to touch or just simply the breeze, we always are yearning for something. I hope that makes sense, maybe that's not what you were trying to convey but that's what I got from it personally. And when it's all said and done writing is a personal thing anyway. By the way thank you so much for the review you left me. I will take your advice and see if I can make anything out of it. Can't wait to read more from you!

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

i like the image of this poem. it seems as if you like the warmth of summer and the colors it comes with, but at the same time you're happy it's over. again, a wonderful piece of art.