TRANSIENCE

Michael Edwards

 

  • TRANSCIENCE

 

 

Ploughed by age

her furrowed face,

her wisdom is

the harvest reaped

across the years.

 

Planted deep

her whitened eyes,

once verdant green,

look up

and watch.

 

A big bird soaring,

shadow cast

on fertile fields

where roebucks lie,

unseen.

 

And she recalls

the lace she wore

when once she lay

upon this spot

in loves solicitude.

 

 

Michael Edwards © March 2016

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2017 01:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've gone back to serious today plus another watercolour.
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Comments7

  • willyweed

    very nice and oh so romantic... brush your trousers off Michael?

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Willy - but keep my pants on ?

    • Goldfinch60

      Beautiful write and watercolour.

    • WriteBeLight

      Poignant and thought provoking Michael. Love the watercolor, as well.

    • P.H.Rose

      Really good poem sir
      Well done !!

    • Tony36

      Very enjoyable read

      • Michael Edwards

        Glad you like it Tony.

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          THANK MICHAEL ~ LOVE OLD ENGLISH CHURCHES ~ Love the Painting ~thanks for sharing. You poem is a classical gem. Concise "Free verse pentains" throbbing with rhythm and replete with tender memories ~ Yours BRIAN

          • Michael Edwards

            Thank you Brian - your comments are always a pleasure to receive and I have picked up a lot from your observations - for example I'd never written a haiku until coming to this site and am now growing to love them - will post one tomorrow. Can you explain what is meant by pentaine - can't seem to find any fefitions.

          • MendedFences27

            Beautiful Michael. I loved your play with words. I'm torn between someone buried in the field, or a field that has changed over the years to something else. Maybe it's the "planted deep" that has me conflicted. At any rate, a great poem. A brilliant reflection. - Phil A.

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks so much Phil. It's great when you can use two ideas in a sort of metaphorical soup (the woman herself and the landscape) and it seemed to come off in this one.



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