Marck Riggins Poems
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Where Emerald Fields Grow
Warm breeze brush 'cross these hills
Ushering peace, echoes long past.
Waves of heat rise from the field
Mockingbird rejoices in blue sky vast.
Green upon green, heather to sage
Splendor and beauty, savor the sight.
Altering landscape age unto age;
Starlings cry into the night.
Possessed by this passion
when all alone:
One's heart can take root
where emerald fields grow.
Collisions crack glass thoughts from slumber
Wings carry interruptions through black nocturne
The tease of temptations apparent within
Inaccessible, unattainable, call to the coming dawn.
Fluttering flinching flavors sought
Jailed within metallic and glass chariot
Flight-borne feathered familiars forage
Their persistence rebates no reward