In the fields of my mind
I smell the vision of you.
Sweet young bloom of love
Raging with a white-hot passion.
Breathing a vow of ever,
Now gone; like the dew at dawn.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: March 8th, 2021 11:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
Good write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
Jerry, your little poem made me remember times long, long, ago. Enjoyed your writing, especially the line 'sweet young bloom of love'. We have all been there!
Thanks, Fred. Yes we have.
I suspect the two of you were both real in that field when you were a young man Jerry.
Certain occasions stay with us and fall into our dreams and reminiscences. I don't think we choose them, rather - they choose us.
Your words today tell more than a poetic story. They tell of young love's ambition. Blown away somewhere upon the winds of yesterday.
Thanks, Dusk. I totally agree the poems choose us.
"Blown away somewhere upon the winds of yesterday."
Really good poetic window Dusk. Say it several times in a meditative state and a poem will come in.
That young love will be forever in your memory Jerry.
Andy
'that moon, ever changing
mesmeric in various enticing guises, sometimes
leaves behind a uniquely unfavourable taste
in those waking realisations of consequence's, irreversible distress'..
another contemplative write Jerry, thank you for your insightful words and your poetic gift of inspiration
Thanks, L.B. That moon keeps rising.
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