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Wheat Field

She lay down 
among the verdant wheat
listening to swishing overtures,
supine, eyes slightly closed; 
relishing the blue of a spring sky 
wishing she were the white cloud
that appeared out of nowhere...
envious of the free spirit 
she could have been.

desirenaturefree verse

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Brenda Chiri

Date: 8/1/2025 3:48:00 AM

Paul this was truly quite lovely my friend! I enjoyed it ever so much!:) I see you’ve just improved with age;)! Oh yeah I’m back to stay I do hope you stop by although I have recorded anything that new though!;)

Brenda Chiri
Date: 8/10/2025 9:02:00 AM

I do like to think that we improve with age ….like a fine wine lol! That kind of makes aging sound romantic!;)

Paul Callus
Date: 8/9/2025 2:19:00 PM

Thank you Brenda. A pleasure to have you stopping by :) Yes, probably age does have its benefits, maybe like aging wine..:) Glad you're back to stay :) Warm regards // paul

Rowena Velasco

Date: 7/20/2025 6:32:00 AM

This is soft, reflective, and quietly aching. The contrast between grounded stillness and sky-bound freedom is masterfully drawn. That final line lingers like a sigh on the wind.

Paul Callus
Date: 8/9/2025 2:14:00 PM

Thank you for a most appreciated visit, Rowena. You have the ability to make your insightful feedback sound like beautiful poetry! ~ Regards // paul

Gary Radice

Date: 7/12/2025 9:39:00 AM

A beautiful piece Paul that captures a moment of poignant contemplation. I love it. Cheers - Gary

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/6/2025 10:29:00 AM

Wow. That is very fine poetry!

Paul Callus
Date: 7/7/2025 1:08:00 PM

Thank you, Andrea; your feedback is always appreciated. ~ Enjoy the week ahead // paul

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 6/22/2025 10:32:00 AM

It’s so sad when someone’s world goes from right to wrong, leavening the feeling in the world one doesn’t belong. A sad though lovely write Paul… Beryl

Paul Callus
Date: 6/23/2025 11:47:00 AM

Thank you, Beryl for your insightful feedback and for enjoying my humble poem. Best regards // paul