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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
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've gone back to serious today plus another watercolour.
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Comments7
very nice and oh so romantic... brush your trousers off Michael?
Thanks Willy - but keep my pants on ?
Beautiful write and watercolour.
Thank you Goldfinch.
Poignant and thought provoking Michael. Love the watercolor, as well.
Thanks so much WBL
Really good poem sir
Well done !!
Thankee PH
Very enjoyable read
Glad you like it Tony.
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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
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.
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.
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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