Field Poem by Drew Bailey

Field



Viewing from an open field
there are many things seen:
flowers, flowers, or flowers;
sky, eyes, or ground.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Flowers share beauty with many other things. You see this every day, if you only look for the essence that shows only when searched for; emotions.
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