thus
each day begins again
and wanders to its end
in the deep darkness
I follow and am pushed
through sequences
that turn me inside out
hours pass
as they bypass me–
we seem to be in different stories
the pages open to places
I have seen before
while the landscape becomes
a backdrop
to somewhere else
crow flies
over the fields
between worlds
carrying
the ears of wheat
to be planted in both places
at once
tolling in concert
with the continuous chaos
I wonder at the expanse of tangled
entrances and exits
in the mouth
of the threshold
which side am I on?
my voice carries nowhere
as I reach out to catch the wings
of the wind
This was done for a dVerse prompt from August, where Rosemarie Gonzales offered wheat as a poetic inspiration. I took 2 lines from one of the Neruda poems she provided, Ah Vastness of Pines, and incorporated it in pieces to make my own verse:
Thus in the deep hours I have seen, over the fields,
the ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind.
I’m linking it to dVerse Open Link Night.
The art is from the archives.
K. 
I love this–but you know that I love the in-between spaces, the wind, and crow, and the questioning. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks Merril. I started it back in August but the change of seasons helped me finish it.
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This works! I drifted off with the crow!
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thanks! I hope you enjoyed it–
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Love those crows planting on both sides of consciousness. One concept that I cling to is the parallel—that there is a place, just like this, but without us.
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Thanks Jane. I do think “our” world is not the only one.
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I don’t suppose crows and the rest of them would be happy about a parallel world with us in it too. Or an afterlife come to that. A parallel afterlife, now that would make a good theme for a novel.
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It would!
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Such an ethereal quality infused with beautiful words. Love!
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Thanks Charlotte. Neruda…
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Both images, spellbinding as is your poetry. Fascinated by the ears of wheat tolling in concert with the continuous chaos. Cheers.
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Thanks Helen. I think we are all tolling in concert with continuous chaos these days.
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This is so profound. I love the images and setting you produce in this poem. Wow!
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Thanks Lucy. Neruda is one of my favorite poets–I can always find inspiration in his words.
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This is beautiful, and I am especially enchanted by the final lines: ‘my voice carries nowhere/
as I reach out to catch the wings/of the wind.’ May as well try and catch the wind…
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Thanks Ingrid. Now you have me singing…
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Love this especially; “the pages open to places I have seen before while the landscape becomes a backdrop to somewhere else.” Exquisitely drawn!
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Thanks Sanaa. I do feel that disconnect at times.
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I love how you used the spreading of wheat— to me it works as a metaphor
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Thanks Bjorn.
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