CAST IN FALLOW FIELDS
To feel the neck beneath the yoke
by weight of troubles bearing down
on course beyond an orbit known
with slow detail in probing mind
laid bare and plucked of all but bone.
Time lost by those who yearn the past
with futures curtain still undrawn
nor washed afresh by dews of night
as yet unfound the twisted threads
that scout unravelled destiny.
Planted thoughts soon summon growth
when sown by hands of consequence
and set in folds of virgin soil
the future cast in fallow fields
as if by natures grand design.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2017 00:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
Beautiful write Michael.
A fine write Michael. I read it as 'cats' first. But couldn't see any cats in the field pic! doh!
Cats - Gods most useless creatures as my Dad called them - thankfully no cats. Cheers Orchi.
Aww, I'm a pussy cat at heart sometimes - or a guinea pig, as in my pic. I might be half-human, half-guinea pig! Those cats have minds of their own, but they are comforting. We had a mother and son. The son had some mis-treatment from a previous owner sadly. They curled up on the sofa together. Ahhhh!
I'm a person who, if they see a cat or dog, has to stroke it if at all possible.
I'm very much a dog man.
Dogs look up to man
Cats look down on man
But pigs is equal.
"With futures curtain still undrawn"... some beautiful thoughts well expressed in this one, Michael! Kudos on a fine one. And I find the picture quite 'satisfying'.
Tanks for sharing MICHAELT ~ Great painting and thought provoking poem ! We all have fallow periods in our lives ~ but in my (limited) experience they soo become fruitful again ! Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian - here's to fruitfulness.
Painting and poem meld really well together, fine art ...
Thank you bill - can't beat a bit of meld 🙂
Loud applause for two excellent pieces of work Michael - a delightful visit to your talented page.
Aw thanks Fay
Great painting to illustrate your poem!
I’ve had a few fallow periods in my lifetime.
My favorite line from your poem
to have experienced...
“Laid bare and plucked of all but bone...”
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