A
Field of Dreams (Forgotten/Recalled)
Blue sky afternoon bliss
so pure and perfect
I could close my eyes
and become effervescent
soaking into the atmosphere
as the flesh breaks down
to a state of scattered atoms
and proves the theory
that All is One
Green grass fields of glory
so sharp and inviting
I could close my eyes
and remember a time
as a child when I played
a game that brought such joy
in every moment of perfection
that served as an
introduction
to the reflection of today
Scott
Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published work can be found. His chapbook
"Songs of a Dissident" (Transcendent Zero Press) was released in 2015
and is available
on Amazon. His poetry
collections "Chaos Songs" (Longsword Press) and "Happy Hour
Hallelujah" (CTU Publishing) are both forthcoming in 2016.
Yes! Love it. Both stanzas are filled with descriptive images that roll around in the mind, causing thoughts to attach themselves to your poem....reflecting. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Maurice. Cheers!
Deletethere's a satisfaction in living in past memories, especially when they are good!
ReplyDeleteLearn from the past, live in the present, and look toward the future. That was a motto I wrote on my notebooks back in college. Ha! It just popped into my mind. Cheers, Sheikha!
DeleteBeautiful write. Such memories from childhood. Shape the adult we become. Great Imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Beverly!
DeleteBeautiful imagery, when we rediscover the innocense and hope of childhood we can get our joy back and have a new outlook on the world. Wonderful words!
ReplyDeleteTamsen Grace
Thank you very much!
DeleteScott,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery in this poem, Scott. Very well-done.
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