Haiku 50
wheat field bathed in gold
grain shafts, wind sways them all~
time for harvest in fall.
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Categories:
wheat field, autumn, nature, wind,
Form: Haiku
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.
Categories:
wheat field, desire, nature,
Form: Free verse
golden
wheat braids
wave
in rays
of moonlight
influenced
by breeze
against
dark violet backdrop
expectations
of harvest
each bite of
warm bread
2/9/2022
Categories:
wheat field, imagery,
Form: Verse
effervescent swirling clouds
in turquoise summer skies
float like flocks of fair sheeps
in far away exuberant fields
beneath are cyclopean cypresses
touching celestial bosom
in deep periwinkle and corn flower
whilst wheat fields
are golden fleece
waltzing with the west wind
oh, how can I forget
the paradisiacal poppies
sitting placidly along the wayside
like your eyes glisten
in your pensive mood
unaware of my presence
9 March 2021
Notes:A Wheatfield with Cypresses is any of three similar 1889 oil paintings by Vincent van Gogh, as part of his wheat field series. All were exhibited at the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole mental asylum at Saint-Rémy near Arles, France, where Van Gogh was voluntarily a patient from May 1889 to May 1890. The works were inspired by the view from the window at the asylum towards the Alpilles mountains.(Photo and info credits to Wikipedia)
All Yours (March 22) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Categories:
wheat field, appreciation, art, nature,
Form: Ekphrasis
There where the sun is on the field
I walk aside its wheaten yield,
pathway strewn with golden ceding
of some growth beholden, deeding
violent gales to cast to earth
too soon to consummate rebirth,
some sterile grains of bread of life
beneath my feet a sacrifice.
Small death among the congregate
that feeds to us the common fate.
Categories:
wheat field, allusion, analogy, seasons, sun,
Form: Rhyme
The blinking downing sun of August
adorns the very tall stalks of wheat
with his last golden warm sunrays...
as the green kernels bend on stems.
The grasshoppers rest on soft leaves,
awaiting more wafts of cooler breezes;
black ants carry wicks in small droves,
until they reach the fragrant groves.
It's two months before harvest time,
the eyes of the farmer show no dire;
he can't wait for the kernels to ripen,
in mid October he will know his gain.
Delve in his mind, his thankfulness
is gratitude for a year well-earned;
sweat has paid off with huge profits,
the wheat field is a frontier of gold.
Categories:
wheat field, august, blessing, farm, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
There are fields of gold
In which wheat is found produced
Walking you find the new crop
Deep yellow throughout
Field has food that creates bread
Enhanced rows of pure delight
Russell Sivey
Categories:
wheat field, life, nature,
Form: Sedoka