Of wheat and the stones of birds

Wheat. Has the sun not come? The messengers-
stones of birds, their
flight from the grey water
in the quiet hours,
winged in the clouds-
shoulders of hills where mornings sleep
and pale drizzling
rain tears into rivulets where
a young farm boy
awaits smooth stone pebbles

And the silver fish, and the mystery
of the sun,
that second arising
in the winter sky- painting
orchards pale and dry,
the sun with its light hands and golden
hair. …and the wheat arose
that moment,
and the farmer arose in that climate
suddenly- wandering

And listening to the birds of the winged sea,
brown as owls,
but all the feathers forgotten
as mornings
where a boy once whispered
about the mystery
of the sun. …and why the
wheat field lay unscythed like
the grey water tide;
and still the weeping rain drizzling.

Copyright © 07/07/16 lance sheridan®

Of wheat and stones of birds

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46 comments on “Of wheat and the stones of birds

  1. Singledust says:

    where a boy once whispered
    about the mystery
    of the sun

    this line held magic and mystery to me

  2. almerighi says:

    splendida, la aggiungo a quelle che mi hai mandato tu

  3. Barbara Kasey Smith says:

    Lance, you’ve shown the audience a canvas of life right before their eyes coupled with the inspiring eyes of a youngster to stop and to meditate of the reason for the existences of things around him. You’ve captured these images through your excellence through expressions of knowledge. An outstanding write my Dear Friend.

  4. OJ's Pride says:

    The universe in entirety is a mystery full of beautiful creations.

  5. Piyali says:

    and the mystery
    of the sun,
    that second arising
    in the winter sky- painting
    orchards pale and dry,
    the sun with its light hands and golden
    hair. …and the wheat arose
    that moment,

    Beautiful imagery, Lance. You create art with words.

  6. I loved that line too. “where a boy once whispered” evocative of dreams possibilities and more.

  7. You have a very beautiful classic sound to your writing it takes me back to reading the greats and why I loved their soft measured steps

  8. sherazade says:

    …la pioggia che piove.

    Shera

  9. Beautiful imagery. This struck very close to home. I live along the Chesapeake where wild birds nest in abundance, and wheat fields sway in the sun.

  10. Nameera says:

    Wow. This was a mesmerizing read. I loved every line, every stanza that spoke in volumes of the intricacies of nature & how it deeply connects to our emotions, in a way.

  11. Francina says:

    beautifully written poem.

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