I. The Yellow Field

I sunk back lazily 

      into a field

          of the brightest 

yellow flowers. The air mixing

constantly the scent of dandelions and daisies, 

the aroma of sweetness and desire

      floating    

                over the tall

              grass.

I perceived the sound of bees 

 hovering, landing and bathing

in yellow nectar; 

the echoes 

of their wings 

  stirring in the pedals

collecting the powdered

yellow seeds of new life.

At a distance: 

in some dingy old metropolis,

grinding breaks sound off against the wind.

The city was a heap of metallic mistresses, 

abandoned when finished.Here time moved as fast as the fetish of the hour,

and I,  

I 

had left my life still combusting at the corner of gibbs and Main; 

the old car sputtering out gasps of smoke collected over time and use. 

The skyline was littered with shinny glass windows tinted so that the business elite could look down upon the dusty street; they hid in their cubicles behind refracted sunlight.

I

was so tiny, and they were societies version of giantism with wallets to large to stuff in their pockets.

Music was the only thing that made me feel big.

i could be surrounded, engulfed by it.

I could sink back into its majesty and be whisked away.

I could still hear the young violinist playing sweet as the daisy's-echoing on the arches through 

Eastman's Amphitheater.

Now, 

only the sweet smells brought 

by the windracingthrough the meadow-grass 

like a whisper, 

or a piny echo pass 

through the 

simulation of sense.

I have become more 

    like the wind

              than a mechanization. 

Reviews

[Gandré]

It's the bacteria... of lost reason outside human technology, it's the irreducible complexity. The towns are far from argument of beauty; we are becoming automatic neurotic rushing sociopaths in a steel and glass cities. It is not even about monotheistic chauvinism anymore, it is worse, it is lost and there is no way back. We can't make technology uninvented.

[JENY]

Yes it is a rare quality one acquires, to elevate our mood into the state of a wind ……rather than functioning mechanically…..
Not all persons who sit in a field of yellow flowers get this quality…..
And to put this feeling into apt words…..
It is very rare…..
But you did it…
I am not flattering…..believe me sir