Paul Callus Poet Free verse

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.

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Brenda Chiri August 1, 2025 at 3:48 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 August 10, 2025 at 9:02 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 August 9, 2025 at 2:19 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 July 20, 2025 at 6:32 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 August 9, 2025 at 2:14 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 July 12, 2025 at 9:39 AM A beautiful piece Paul that captures a moment of poignant contemplation. I love it. Cheers - Gary

Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2025 at 10:29 AM Wow. That is very fine poetry! Paul Callus July 7, 2025 at 1:08 PM Thank you, Andrea; your feedback is always appreciated. ~ Enjoy the week ahead // paul

Beryl Edmonds June 22, 2025 at 10:32 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 June 23, 2025 at 11:47 AM Thank you, Beryl for your insightful feedback and for enjoying my humble poem. Best regards // paul

Paula Goldsmith June 21, 2025 at 9:53 AM I enjoyed reading. Have a blessed/wonderful day writing away............. Paul Callus June 21, 2025 at 3:30 PM Thank you for visiting & reading, Paula. Have an enjoyable weekend // paul

Kim Rodrigues June 21, 2025 at 6:46 AM A beautiful write! Paul Callus June 21, 2025 at 3:23 PM Thank you, Kim. I'm still a bit rusty at the moment, but hope to get back into the groove soon :) Ciao // paul