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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: April 14, 2024, For Silent One Forgotten Fields Contest Rumi Verse: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Forfeited field, forever felicity-free, Fight framed, flames floating far-flung. Fleeting focus, favored, albeit forgotten, Fathomless flotsam found floating. Upon the shore, whispers of eternal grace, We pledge to stick together no matter what. Recollection forever etched won't subside, As a quiet dove, I whisper vows of love across seas. To view a planet as one speck of dust, An untamed flower encloses bliss. Embrace the eternity within your grasp, A sporadic instance, in everlasting clasp. My rain-soaked quartz dreamscape works, The hazy sky is adorned with stone scrapes. A canvas of plain faces, speckled in pale gray, They rest amidst the oak and ivy. My financial status must have been dire, April, however, brought spring too soon. On trees and shrubs, nesting birds croon, Untamed glory of nature was awe-in to boon. Time passage has drawn me gray, Yet faraway farms linger via mindsight. I discern the robin's song, vivid and clear, Whilst the sun rises through dawn veil. I retain awe-inspiring tales of nature, During May, hawthorn trees grow white. A chaffinch melody on a sycamore tree, Whispers of beauty dwell within my soul. Hedgerow birds moaned all day in June, Where flows evolve, male pheasants cuck. The swallows chase insects up high, The dipper sang along with the river's flow. Migrants cherish whispers of a beloved past, Across ancient fields, I wander, lost in reverie. Wildflowers adorning the natural green, Violets bloom in a dwarf, unpaved ditch. Scattered sway stumbled across swards, I stood solely smeared supra sundown. Stitched, stripped shards of September, Summer swing shed surely snatched.
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