wheatfield shimmering
those discordant raucous crows
vanquished harmony
Categories:
wheatfield, autumn, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku
A simple breeze lifts stalks toward a black stained sky - canopy of crows
Categories:
wheatfield, art,
Form: Monoku
death felled the straw beast in the field ~ flock feasted in its funeral plot
Categories:
wheatfield, art, bird,
Form: Monoku
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 men have desired
This art lifts up some memories to engage
Remember the dirt road our love once required
Artful work: Crows In The Wheatfield by Vincent Van Gogh
Written: February 11, 2023
Categories:
wheatfield, bird, farm, life,
Form: Ekphrasis
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 savouring this moment
before threshers begin their work.
Repetitive cycle of life so precious,
not to be taken for granted.
How we would miss our ovens
filled with aroma of freshly baked bread.
Pixabay image by Franc-Comtois
Categories:
wheatfield, nature,
Form: Narrative
a collection of poems of an image l witnessed in Kenya, after the rains.
part 2
She walks as a Queen
to her Palace of wood
her crown is a basket
but bare feet shod in mud.
She care's not thought's
of on-looker's gaze
her proud daily ritual
leaves us to amaze.
l drink in the sight
as it's new to my world
to some it give's fright
but her strength
is her pearl.
l can just see her face
as we're rushing by
her eyes on one place
its her Yes, not the Why
This is her wheat field
but its all just of mud
she care's not my thoughts
sweet home made of wood.
Categories:
wheatfield, life, strength, woman,
Form: Rhyme
This is to be a collection of poems of a image l saw and will never forget how it humbled me.
Her Wheatfield of Mud
part 1
She walks the mud,
as fields of wheat
her heavy burden,
a daily meet
her house of boards
her fortress own
her daily trek
pains hers
alone
l watch afar
in tourist car
she's no idea
im very close, she's very near.
this image seen
& what it means
her vision's time
has entered mine.
Categories:
wheatfield, life, strength, woman,
Form: Rhyme
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 intense,
That caused your heart to hurt.
Extinguishing your candle of creativity,
By your own two hands and will.
You took your life away from us,
In your very muse; the wheat field.
Categories:
wheatfield, art, education
Form: Ekphrasis