Among The Cornflowers Poem by David Wood
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.
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! !
This is the poem of desire and CF for the fulfillment lovely one
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.
i seem to see every part of a corn and the feel of the whole cornfield as a whole, wow, what an imagery.18
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.
the way you have written this.........its great and i can visualize the imagery of your poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 11:43:32 PM # 1.0.0
What a picture perfect poem, just as a Monet creation. Alice