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in the wheat fields
by Cole Atkinsonin the wheat fields amongst the stalks
sleeping with my straw hat
laid kinda crooked over your eyes.
i hope to lean down real quiet
and give you a lip hug,
which is what we'd like to call it.
and my eyes will sigh slyly open
as i realize, with an iron spear to my heart,
that i'm kissing your moss-covered headstone.
05/09/2011 Author's Note: An old farmer copes with the death of his wife.
Posted on 05/09/2011
Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/10/11 at 01:39 PM love how this develops, so much said in so few lines, the opener is lovely, slipping into a slice of life, and the last line, the turn, packs an unexpected punch...well crafted, peace, jewels |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/15/11 at 07:45 PM Also unexpected for me - I liked the lip hug, the wheat field setting, and was impressed with the impact of that iron spear. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/25/13 at 04:27 AM Yopou have unsuspectingly hugged me with your poem! What a shock of sorrow! Great write. |
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