Tuesday, July 2, 2013

BENEATH SKIES

(Woman in Fields by Musin Yohan)




















She will bend
beneath skies
fraught with
fallen angels
Her sight stolen
as soon as she
strains to see
past the edge
of now
Beyond
the parameters
of yesterday.

And in her
gown woven
from memories
as solemn
as prayer
or baptism
she will
wander blindly
through fields
stripped bare
of growing
things...

Picking her
way carefully
through rutted rows
carrying kindling
bits high
upon her head
Doomed to
endless traipsing,
endless
carrying on.

5 comments:

  1. I really get the sense of infinitude here, the endless wastes, traipsing, it is melancholy,but powerful. ....i feel richer now, thanks

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  2. Amazing work .... so easy connecting to the emotion, the reality of your poem.

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  3. Thank you all for your kind comments...this picture evoked some interesting words.

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