Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

The Field Waits Alone

The lovers are gone,
their love and bruises taken with them.

Here, the farmer's son
struggled with the nobleman's heir,
so innocent and so brave
he fought for his maiden's honour,
in the field where he'd courted her
he broke his bones for her,
and lost his heroic battle
but won his magnificent war.

The battle of wits is gone,
its masters and fallen long buried.

Here, a madman, not really mad at all,
stood, knelt, scurried about,
near the centre of the field
and past the edge of his nerves;
he raged at the tempest,
begged the lightning to set him free;
drenched with regret, he trudged away,
abanoned by the nonchalant storm.

Tomorrow's travails are still,
the field waits alone.

3rd January 2019

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Arthur Vaso January 11, 2019 at 11:38 PM Beautiful poetry, very well written. Lawrence Sharp January 13, 2019 at 1:18 AM Thanks very much, Arthur, very kind, greatly appreciated.

Joseph P. DiMino January 7, 2019 at 11:43 AM Great poem, Lawrence! And the battle still goes on, from earth to the spirit. You fight the greatest fight--the battle of True Love. I think that's what brings most of us to poetry...and why we never leave. Excellent writing! Lawrence Sharp January 8, 2019 at 6:27 AM Thanks, Joe, very glad you enjoyed. Visit and comment appreciated.

Mystic Rose Rose January 6, 2019 at 5:50 AM what a sad plight when the warrior stands alone in a field of still husks, I love your tender words Lawrence, have a wonderful day , and remember the pen is mightier then the sword. It may be an old saying, but a powerful one. Hugs Lawrence Sharp January 6, 2019 at 7:37 AM Thanks, Pix, very pleased for visit and comments, always appreciated.

David Smith January 5, 2019 at 12:33 PM Excellent. Think you have achieved result of making readers contemplate relevance of human interaction with the inanimate and ask are we mere interlopers or something more? I am sure you have even more in tank. happy New Year from David In NZ Lawrence Sharp January 5, 2019 at 10:57 PM Thanks for reading and commenting, David... your take on the theme draws near to the centre of it, but also offers some alternative perspective for me to weigh. A Happy New Year to you too, my friend.

Silent One January 5, 2019 at 7:10 AM Brilliant.. Lawrence Sharp January 5, 2019 at 11:16 AM Thanks, SO, far too kind, very much appreciated.

Charles Messina January 4, 2019 at 8:49 PM Many have trudged away drenched, but they have also climbed the mountain and faced love in the horizon. Excellent poetry with great Imagery, Lawrence. Keep penning! ~Charlie Lawrence Sharp January 4, 2019 at 10:45 PM Thanks for reading and commenting, Charles, very pleased that you enjoyed, kind words appreciated, as ever.

Robert Lindley January 4, 2019 at 10:18 AM Very powerful and insightful piece my dear friend. Such deep and rich imagery and multitude of thought provoking verses.. A fav.. Lawrence Sharp January 4, 2019 at 10:43 PM Thank you my friend, your stamp of approval is invaluable, as always.

Nette Onclaud January 3, 2019 at 1:16 PM the power of love deeply expressed... this is so profound, lawrence... huggs Lawrence Sharp January 3, 2019 at 3:34 PM Thanks so much, Nette, good to have you here; I'm pleased to have shared it with you.

Brandy Nicole January 3, 2019 at 11:56 AM Those that fight for love- are the ones that prevail in the end. Even though the wait is intense. It is worth it. ~ Brandy Brandy Nicole January 3, 2019 at 10:52 PM You are very welcome Lawrence. Yes, your words truly move me. In many ways. ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp January 3, 2019 at 3:30 PM Thanks for stopping by, Brandy, very pleased if you enjoyed, and more so if any of it speaks to you.

Sunlite Wanter January 3, 2019 at 9:56 AM Real poetry, thought provoking. Lawrence Sharp January 3, 2019 at 3:26 PM Thanks very much for visit and comment, SW, always appreciated, and very pleasing if I can prod a little thought.

Vijay Pandit January 3, 2019 at 8:46 AM The farmer's son and the nobleman's heir in your story are.. I believe.. illustrative of struggles over those who owned and those who cultivated.. and the fight for pride and respect. As you warn in the end..Tomorrow's travails are still, the field waits alone. Powerful verses..intriguing poem, Lawrence. Lawrence Sharp January 3, 2019 at 3:25 PM Thanks, Vijay, ongoing support and perspective always highly esteemed. Appreciated, my friend.