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Gray
Fields before me slumber,
dreaming of by-gone days.
They fade, then hide within
the gray of a fog rolling in.
Soft ground gives beneath
my boots as I carry along.
Earth and sky surround me
in a memory of yesterday.
I feel the dew drip from the trees,
like second-hand rain.
A fence wanders over lonely hills -
my weary old friend.
My pale thoughts scatter,
like seeds sown in early days
of a now forgotten spring.
Where once I walked in manna,
now fallow ground whispers.
I listen carefully as the
fog grows grayer still.
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Seren
Tue, 2023-02-21 12:27
Dear L
Gorgeous, nothing to suggest just respect for an amazing poem!! Beautiful! I tried to pick favourite lines but I can't. They're all wonderful!
Love J x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Lavender
Tue, 2023-02-21 18:37
Hello, Jayne,
Sometimes the mood of the surrounding scenery just slips into a poem. Thank you so much for reading, and ambling in the fields with me.
Lxx
Geezer
Tue, 2023-02-21 13:16
This reminds me...
of many a late Fall or early Spring Day, early in the morning. My favorite lines?
"A fence wanders over lonely hills
my weary old friend" ~ Geezer.
.
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Lavender
Tue, 2023-02-21 18:41
Hello, Geezer,
It seems as I get older, I look forward to spending more time looking and listening to what's around me. Sometimes there are some pretty sweet connections.
Thank you, as always!
L
Rosewood Apothecary
Tue, 2023-02-21 18:56
Awesome
My pale thoughts scatter,
like seeds sown in early days
of a now forgotten spring.
Does not get better than that…oh wait
Where once I walked in manna,
now fallow ground whispers.
I listen carefully as the
fog grows grayer still.
Yes it does!
Tim
Lavender
Tue, 2023-02-21 19:21
Hello, Tim,
Thank you, my wonderful poetry friend.
L
Indivisible_Origin
Tue, 2023-02-21 19:14
atmospheric
It creates quickly a change of scenery for the reader. Veery immersive. Nicely worded generally. I particularly liked "Earth and sky surround me / in a memory of yesterday."
IO
Lavender
Tue, 2023-02-21 19:23
Hi there, IO,
This was a very gentle, captivating moment. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
L
Lavender
Wed, 2023-02-22 10:12
Hello, Kat,
I just listen, and there is always something to write. Thank you for your generous comments!
L
RoseBlack
Wed, 2023-02-22 17:39
This
made me think of someone wandering through nature, taking it all in during the early morning fog. Someone who was alone with their thoughts and reflecting. Such a beautiful, delicate piece. Well done!
~RoseBlack~
Lavender
Wed, 2023-02-22 18:26
Thank you, Carrie,
That is pretty much how it was / is. There is a nearby field with a few old trees around its boundary. The area has become a welcoming familiar spot.
Thanks, again!
L