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The Field

Summer resplendent sun glowing in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass. Waving blades like long fingers flowing, the sudden sighing gusts come and pass. The field lives palpable in the anamnesis. I step through the Queen Anne’s lace, I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases, Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace. The field uncut, surrounded by trees, shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees. Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap. Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep. The field dandelions release seeds like cotton floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten. Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil. Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil? Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects. Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship from the nearby woodland intersects. Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship. At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter. Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension, measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter. I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations. Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22

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Date: 10/10/2022 10:28:00 AM
A fav for me Thomas. A day well-spent in the field. :) Linda
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Thomas Wells
Date: 10/12/2022 12:31:00 PM
It makes me very happy that you like it so much, Linda. I found great delight in experimenting with this poetic form. I believe I will be writing more pastoral poetry. Be well! -Thomas
Date: 10/5/2022 11:26:00 AM
another enjoyable visit. amen?PAZ/eieerene
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Thomas Wells
Date: 10/8/2022 4:52:00 PM
So pleased you like this poem enough to come back for another read. Be well, Anil!
Date: 10/3/2022 8:56:00 PM
What an idyllic picture here! Pastoral images ("waving blades like long fingers flowing" or "dandelions release seeds like cotton" ) are startling in their remarkable (yet poetic) precision. I'd like to borrow your simile muse. Excellent poetry, Thomas, but you do grab the gold time + time again. Sincerest good wishes, Brian
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Thomas Wells
Date: 10/4/2022 7:45:00 PM
I think you do stunningly well with your own muse. I am so pleased you like the poem! Thank you again, my good friend. Be well.
Date: 10/3/2022 8:55:00 PM
Merging with field habitats - would heal the entire universe. Love the flow, the diction, your decision to relax right there - on the long-fingered grass. Nice contribution. Dr. Wells. shalom shalom & thanx for reading my "Beauty poem"
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Anil Deo
Date: 10/5/2022 11:26:00 AM
I am well, Doc, and hope and pray you as well, shalom, shalom
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Thomas Wells
Date: 10/4/2022 7:49:00 PM
Indeed, that is the union that has the power to redeem us. Thank you again, Anil. I hope you are well.