THE FIELD
by Justme
Swaying playing knee high grass
Ripples across an endless promenade of green
A snaking dizzy trampled human path
Jigsaws the scene
As a lazy haze of darting midgets hug
the prickly hawthorn which flanks as a bordering snug
Dancing and miming their tig within a moving cloud of life.
Hornets hover and spit from nowhere to somewhere and back again.
Dipping elegantly, head plunged determinedly forward, a blackbirds dolphin swim
Reminds.
Open space is not their thing
Yet gently a butterfly tiptoes from pollen tops
With China wings and warrior coat it mocks the blackbirds flee.
Awkward bumble bees bump and buzz more crashing than landing on rainbow flower tops.
Their sorbet yellow and liquorice black seduces the alert speckled thrush
The hum and drone is of a tiny movement called energy.
The great oak, holds centre stage, its baton canopy sways and flows in a soft warm breeze
As it conducts life itself to sing and dance with perfect powerful hidden ease.
The leaves applaud in rattling unison.
Sunbeams split it’s craggy branches and spears the ground from above
Lasers of light burst climatically with electrifying lightened love.
No voice of man is heard,
or needed
The symphony crescendos and continues, unheeded.
White Feathered floppy clouds meander across the fading stencilled sky.
Who am I within this scene?
A tiny speck of eyes and mind,
not even seen!
I begin to sway.
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Beautiful
Bellisimo! 🙂
Sorry, misspelling ……Bellissimo!
Such lovely words, both written and read, even though I do not understand them all. You really feel as if you are in the middle of that field with all that life “happening” around you.
“….bumble bees bump and buzz…”
I like it
I love this so much. It reminds me of the field that was right next to my house growing up. I walked through it to go to school everyday. I walked through it to go to church each week. I walked through it to go to visit friends. It was my playground where friends would come and play and we’d get groups together to play kickball in the clearing. Once, my friend and I buried our shoes out there in some game we were playing. Unfortunately, they were my new expensive shoes and I couldn’t find where I buried them after. To this day, my mother reminds me of the time I buried those expensive shoes in the field…….I was showing I was not materialistic, even then, haha. I even buried my pet hamster out there. At this time of year, I would go out with a kite and lay down and let the kite fly and I just watch and feel and observe all the things you mention in this poem. It was a lovely time.
Now we know of the the other field we can enjoy. The field of energy, the field of the one life that attaches us all together and it can bring me much happiness to be reminded of that as well. This poem helps me feel centered again.
Thank you, so dearly.