Wheatfield Poems - Poems about Wheatfield

Without a skeleton of ash, there would be nothing - a charcoal outline, cheating the mortal coil beneath the colour. Creativity and visions carry us, just proud of the knowledge of our bones, a flicker tries always to remind us, bring us down. Today, I offset the cypress and inhale the...

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wheatfield shimmering those discordant raucous crows vanquished harmony...

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A simple breeze lifts stalks toward a black stained sky - canopy of crows...

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death felled the straw beast in the field ~ flock feasted in its funeral plot...

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Inspired by another poet sharing a picture of Van Gogh's Wheatfield with Crows I paint with fierce brush strokes Depicting crow and sheaf Hoping to rekindle, hoping to cope I can't paint away the sense of grief Paint the path that leads the way Follow out of sight, out of feeling Time and again restorative misplay Find myself on the floor kneeling Pleading... I wish...

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The country road split the wheat field in half A murder of crows seemed to prefer the right Hope they leave some to winnow from the chaff Crows seem but wavey lines against the night A spectacular sight in the twilight Fields of wheat in the final golden stage Ready for the harvesters to earn their wage Golden grains that hungry...

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I watch with interest as crows glide over a wheat field. Such a fine sight under simmering sun. Smiling at the occasional poppy blazing red, such a contrast. There is not one cornflower this year, cannot help wondering why? If I could edge closer, would I spot a butterfly? Last year they were absent, another extinction event looming. Momentarily distracted by screeching crows' my questions go unanswered. Instead...

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a collection of poems of an image l witnessed in Kenya, after the rains. ...

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This is to be a collection of poems of a image l saw and will never forget how it humbled me. Her Wheatfield of...

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You painted the wheatfield, In a fashionable way. You gave us a sense of wonder, The lovely skies of your days. Your mesmerizing sunflowers, Give us the study of delight. You presented movement, When you painted starry night. With beautiful swirls you painted, In most of your later work. The pain in your head was...

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