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Sun Off Kilter Tanning The Wheat

Sun off kilter tanning the wheat—
The crows broke into her cold fast,
As breeze stir dropped its sweetness by
The dark golden, her soupy flesh.

From childhood not cooling like
The sun off kilter tanning the wheat
Comes a girl's faithfulness on skin—
The atmosphere for pressing heat.

A sweat thaw on her boundless brow—
The girl running lost, wild and free;
The sun off kilter tanning the wheat,
Palms shake in her sign expressing—

The bleaking crows eat off her heart;
She's in their blue brassing— it speaks,
The child still not a child's bearing
Sun off kilter tanning the wheat.

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Alesia Leach

Date: 5/31/2025 5:05:00 PM

Paige, this is stunning--raw, surreal, and seared with memory. The repeating line “Sun off kilter tanning the wheat” feels like a fevered refrain, grounding the poem in scorched innocence and haunting transformation. “The bleaking crows eat off her heart” chilled me--it’s both mythic and intimate. Your voice is like sunlight through smoke--burning, beautiful, unforgettable.

Susan Ashley

Date: 9/2/2024 12:05:00 PM

Dear Paige, my gifted poet friend, your intriguing imagery coveys a sense struggle and loss of innocence. The girl seems tied to the soil, to Nature, with forces of both beauty and angst. The repeating verse flows smoothly within each vivid and stirring verse. Splendid and expressive! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/25/2024 5:48:00 PM

3rd verse is my favorite! Great imagery, dear Paige!

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/24/2024 4:11:00 AM

The sun off kilter... sets the mood for this somber write. One wonders what has transpired between the lines of imagery. This is a hard form to write in. Bravo. I've been busy with preparation for a new school year. How all is well.

Anonomus Scorpio

Date: 8/23/2024 7:55:00 AM

Some see with dreams, Some dream with vision, Soft is the hand who writes with such precision :) Some are just a lonely Crow moving forward in their life's mission. An exquisite write my dear.... A.S.

Ink Empress

Date: 8/22/2024 3:15:00 AM

I just love the very picturesque manner youv painted imagery throughout this! And your title is brilliant! Me too! I am scared of crows! Hah! Youv done this form very well! As always its a pleasure reading your work! Sending you light sweet Paige