Wheat fields

Someday I'll be alive,

someday I'll smell like flesh,

someday I won't have time to digress

Into the wheat fields.

Someday my sneakers won't carry me

for I'll move them at my own accord,

and someday I'll find that the golden strands

will be at my mercy, instead of me at theirs,

but as I contemplate the guessing in my chest and mind,

I stumble along the threads to pass

Into the wheat fields again.

Someday I'll touch a very soul with words

and my eyes will light someone's heart

and I can be admired just like the rest;

Through coarse lips I lock my wishes into a fold

of that consistent plead for mercy and numbness,

as I touch my shoe to the wheat fields today.

My eyes correspond with my eyes of those nights,

and corrupt my dreams with ideas from the past.

Jaw clenched and eyes shifting to the floor,

I hold my thumbs between my fists and relax,

as I stumble once more

Into the wheat fields.

I take off to run,

and again, my foot entangles in yesterday,

and I fall.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Excellent! Emotive too love, the failings of today always trip us over, seems at times there is no movement forward! xx

[☯]

Very unique and beautifully written. I couldn't stop imaging someone running through wheat fields and thoughts that would have caused it. You've penned down everything that runs from emotions to physical movement. I really like the lines:
"Through coarse lips I lock my wishes into a fold
of that consistent plead for mercy and numbness,"
Truly beautiful and amazingly written. =)

[Magdelena]

I found this very interesting. Your imagery was excellent. Like I could see all, feel your words pulling at my thoughts.. Well done with this..

Mags xx

[Lily Mae]

This is an amazing write.. the last stanza is powerful...x love it..x

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. The use of the wheat field made me read the poem a few times. Many lines stood out in this poem.
"Someday my sneakers won't carry me
for I'll move them at my own accord,
and someday I'll find that the golden strands
will be at my mercy, instead of me at theirs,"
You test my mind this morning. A very strong poem.
Coyote