And another day comes...

Always on my mind, wish you were in my arms.

 

 

And another day comes

 

The sun on my shoulder, I navigate the dust,

fielded dreams and questions form

through tree lines of watchful eyes and branched desires

My heart it begs for but that one word, one thought

and another day comes…

 

Beige of fresh plowed and harvested journeys,

baled like hay on a circular wasteland,

lost behind barbed wire fences fallen in disrepair…

beauty comes from the most unlikely of places

 

For my eyes see, like a focused camera lens finds,

destinies I long to travel, footpaths of winding wishes,

straight lines in old dirt, new to this sun now unearthed

left open for discovery in geometric shapes

 

Yes, what I see, this landscape of hope and future realms

is not what rests, baking in this sun before me,

but what appears when my eyes are closed and my mind wanders

to the beauty that is you

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Tom]

A captivating comparison, how the beauty of a recently harvested field on a fine late summer's day, draws the subject into reminisce of the beauty of a much pinned for lover!

Exquisite Jack, enjoyed this enchanting tale !

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tom. I appreciate you stopping by this morning.

[Troy Henson]

Fantastic imagery Jack. Loved it. Felt like I wa there on a journey with you my friend.
Well done.
Regards
Troy

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Troy.

[emmajoy]

' Beige of fresh plowed and harvested journeys, ~ baled like hay on a circular wasteland, ~ lost behind barbed wire fences fallen in disrepair…~ beauty comes from the most unlikely of places ' Beautiful!

There's something in seeing a certain decay in surroundings, invites an inquisitive mind to think back to what was or, alternatively, to imagine how things could be. Just like life itself and the places and people who mean more than more. Don't know about you, Jack, but to see an old tractor or plough, grass deep on a horizon or in a dell, is magical to me; tis almost like an old framed painting.

Your writing inevitably carries marks of extreme creativity, whether style or content or meter or whatever.. this has it all. '.. and my mind wanders ~ to the beauty that is you.. ' A sadness gently said.

[Jack...]

Garden Girl, like you, that is beauty to me. The field next to me was cut and is now covered with round hay bales. I found it beautiful and inspiring, as I do your comments to me this day. How can a poet not keep writing with comments coming from one he admires so much. You grow smiles in the garden of my heart.

[emmajoy]

Smiling - muchly!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

What beautiful imagery... This is a great example of exploration in poetic form. You seem to keep finding new ways to push your boundaries, and I am just so happy to be along for the ride!

For my eyes see, like a focused camera lens finds,
destinies I long to travel, footpaths of winding wishes,
straight lines in old dirt, new to this sun now unearthed
left open for discovery in geometric shapes

-- such an amazing stanza...reminds me of myself. "footpaths of winding wishes" --I can relate to this so deeply.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarah. As a poet I admire so much, your kind reviews bring great joy to me.

[Sami Khalil]

Exquisite , touching , thought provoking . Another great write , Jack.. :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my good friend Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Anytime...:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Touching and regarded, I see you've come on leaps and bounds.!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Thomas

[TL Boehm]

such a wise poem - the inspiration of of love coloring the perspective - finding beauty in the dust of the field - geometric shapes. Such great lines in this poem.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tammy. I love seeing your smile here.

[Rita L. Sev]

Very nice one, Jack - I love that last stanza especially. The desolation that is reality disappears in the thoughts of love...

[Jack...]

And a nice feeling it is Rita. Almost as nice as having you visit my poem. Thank you so very much.

[Mark]

Very nice. journeys and adventures often start in a hayfield. The good ones I think :)

[Jack...]

You are correct my friend. Thanks so much.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"For my eyes see, like a focused camera lens finds,
destinies I long to travel, footpaths of winding wishes,
straight lines in old dirt, new to this sun now unearthed
left open for discovery in geometric shapes"

This is poetry of ages past....penned so brilliantly! I love this, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Kelly. Always I enjoy your visits to my page. Your kind words are appreciated.