Field. Poem by Christopher Holmberg
Field.
Arms in gentle lock,
floating like dusty chalk
Viewed for quite some time,
amazed by beauty, true to survive.
Lost in a maze of feeble hope,
solid like one ariel rope
The matter is nothing,
not a confusion or thought of running.
Smiles like two lowered faces,
resting like chairs under vases
Whispering hidden answers into the clone
touch of the skin, right to the bone.
The sky stares as the brush trinkles through,
caught on a knot, to engage the view.
Sailing like the star headed eyes,
passage in gentle lock, then swiftly alligned.
Chris
he sky stares as the brush trinkles through, caught on a knot, to engage the view. Sailing like the star headed eyes, passage in gentle lock, then swiftly alligned. good task and the verses of poem are sweetly done and the meaningful way of your expression is enough satisfactory and good enough..liked it..and let me say well done..10/10
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5/3/2024 12:03:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Field...I was looking for this, the title I mean. Is there a relation or no relation to the theme? Only the author could answer the quest. However, I like the thought and how it was written. The lines were honest and sincere. Thanks, mate and cheers.