David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Among The Cornflowers


I walk through the long grass thinking of you
Soft summer rain doesn’t melt my thoughts,
My shirt sticky drippy wet with the heat and rain.

Cornflowers dipping their wet heads drinking,
Breathing the soft gentle breeze blowing from the west
Their flower heads waving in unison.

I remember your summer straw hat flapping
Around your face and the hole in your jeans.
And Clara wagging her tail nibbling the summer grass.

Through the clouds the moon looked down impotent
In the daylight like some old maid at a wedding
Standing in the corner of the room all alone.

I run my hand through the cornflowers as I walk
Feeling the damp warm earth beneath my feet begin to
Crumble in the soft rain.

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (9/16/2013 12:19:00 AM)

    Oh my...the imagery this poem offers is very real..puts me right there watching you..smelling the rain....the damp earth... feeling the rain, the freshness of the field and flowers, and the fond memories... Just Lovely... (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/30/2013 7:52:00 AM)

    Wow. Wonderful write...Could feel as if I am in cornflowers field...Loved reading it..Especially beautiful way you have picturised...

    When you are free, please do read my poem Happy Learning Dear! ..Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/18/2013 9:09:00 AM)

    I can relate to this one very well David. Cornfields was very plentiful
    where I grew up. I remember taking those long walks and running my hands
    through the soft and silky tops in the early morning while the ground was
    still wet and soggy from the dew. Your poem rings about thoughts of love.
    For me It was very relaxing. Enjoyed this write. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (6/25/2013 1:24:00 AM)

    A solitary stroll among the cornflowers on a wet summer day lost in the thoughts of your beloved! Memories keep accompanying us where ever we go! A delightful yet moving write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (6/21/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    Very tactile, a beautifully tender poem that has a sadness woven through it's lucent glow. You write poetry beautifully David :) (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/20/2013 6:03:00 PM)

    Cornflowers dipping their wet heads...and
    I run my hand through the cornflowers
    Beautiful description and smooth flow. Poet, you did a great job. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (6/20/2013 6:46:00 AM)

    The sensibility while deciding where to cut the line, and where to complete the point, is not that common...this poem with long lines of multiple syllable composition gives a pleasure read for both the composition and the content till the last short line...it is excellent! (Report) Reply

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