Cloud Plowed Fields

Audio Recordings, Farm, Poems about Poetry, Ranch Life / tagged Rejection / June 5, 2021 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

I hear that line at an Austin open mic.
and I want it – actually I want it back
this is my line, how did he find it first

In any case – I hear the line, and Bam!
I am back in a cloud-scudding sun-baking
Saskatchewan summer fallow summer

Black lands between the glowing gold
John Deere with its hard iron hooves
ripping up the roots and seeds
of the flowers no-one wanted
call them weeds

Sometimes cutting worms in half
(I hear that they grow back)

While the little poet sits
by the caragana hedge
choking on the flowers
no-one wanted

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Ken Christopher June 6, 2021 at 8:55 am

Ah, wonderful poem Neil. The imagination interacting with high points in the past which become stitches for the future, weaving a new matrix for light and non-judgementality. Hope we meet again soon.

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