Tag: fields

I stand in a wedge of conflict

between the familiar now old 

white washed plastic

new and cold

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I behold a world

slipping away

horses, fields

tractors  only on display

The cavernous barns

where we once climbed

are now derelict

  broken, gray in decline

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a world that was wild

once free and grand

is caught up in bargains

fenced in land

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 senses  affronted

as I cross the highway of life

buildings emblazoned with red circles

Flashing lights blind my sight

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Go!  turn your backs

on the world of old charm

give up expansive  fields 

 embrace plastic, metal, car alarms

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I am posting this poem today with Poetry Pantry where poets get to share old and new poetry.

This poem was originally posted in July 2010. I did a little restructuring but I hope  the conflict between an old more stable world versus a more static plastic world is still conveyed.