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Trifecta wanted a poem this week.
She screams into an empty field
of wayward wheat--
no one hears the sound.
Dissolved against a backdrop
of skies bigger than
life,
she breathes in
moments, like stardust
to begin again,
refreshed.
© k~
There have been many days where I want to stand in a wide open field screaming out my frustrations and aggravations. I love your imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the empathetic view, it's appreciated.
DeleteRefreshing and relaxing read too.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it was both of those things for you Ruby.
DeleteI really liked this! Wayward wheat - LOL! I think I may need primal scream therapy...
ReplyDelete;-) Primal scream therapy, well if it works... Use it!
DeleteSometimes it feels really good to scream like that. My mother in law brings on screams like that,especially on days like today when I would like to wring her neck. Ha!
ReplyDeleteKathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Hahah, Thanks for the laughter Kathy. I can understand your semi-desire entirely.
DeleteAn empty field of wayward wheat - This line especially speaks to me. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly.
DeleteI'll see your wayward wheat (love it!) and raise it with Cook Inlet's waves. My angst and despair are often shouted into the spray windblown from our little piece of the Pacific.
ReplyDelete"call" ;-) I am too far from the water's edge, but close enough to the fields. Though I suppose I could be near the river's edge with little trouble.
DeleteI love the theme of soul cleansing. How brilliant is that feeling?
ReplyDeletegreat poem.
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Thank you Lance. It becomes part of the necessity of continued growth.
DeleteI like this. I wish I have some wayward wheat to scream at sometimes. It might be a beeter therapy than yelling at wayward children. :-))
ReplyDelete~Imelda
and please make that "better" not "beeter". :-)
DeleteI think if you scream at all it counts as therapy... right? (grinZ)
Deletethe wheat hears, perhaps? enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it Fireblossom. I think if the wheat hears it, then it's safe to scream at it because it will never tell ;-)
DeleteLet it out, girl. Let it a llll out.
ReplyDeleteNice and tidy and relatable.
Came from Trifextra.
Thank you Kim, actually writing it did help. :-)
DeleteI love this, especially the first stanza. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you rosemarymint. Sometimes the pain that passion persuades has a voice all its own.
DeleteI can relate to this... especially "to begin again". I loved this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lucy, that's my favorite moment in the process too. Calm, quieted, and ready to continue.
DeleteThis touches me in a way I couldn't possibly describe just now, but will, once the moment passes. Beautiful, as usual.
ReplyDeletesmiles softly, and nods her head Because you understand so clearly. :-) Thank you t~
DeleteI was a screamer as a kid. I would just go out back and scream. Our nearest neighbor was a mile away. One day, they called and asked if I was dying or something. Mom made me stop screaming after that.
ReplyDeleteLOL, I can see that in you Jessie, and what a fun story. You probably let loose of a bundle of anxious energy!
DeleteThank you so much for linking up to Trifextra this weekend. The challenge this weekend will be judged by the community. So please come back to the Trifecta home page and click the stars next to the three posts you most enjoyed. You only have until Monday at 8 am EST, so hurry!
ReplyDeleteThank you for coming by to say hello, I have done my voting. :-)
DeleteI connected to this one today - I had a lot on my mind this weekend and even though I manged to walk several miles I couldn't quite get out of my own head. I found my stride this morning, and little by little today, I've started breathing in again.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to see that you are on the calming side of that trend. I am getting there myself. The day I wrote this I was reminded that my head can be a dangerous place to go alone ;-)
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