He's feels content,
She's not comfortable,
There's a cold chill,
He watches her from the distance,
She glances back,
As she walks away
She has a smile on her face,
Because she left
He is now by himself,
She is happy,
He feels empty,
...
Now read it from the bottom up
Wild Waves of Gold
Trembling wheat in the sun-baked winds look like wild waves of gold, skillfully swaying in the glittering day—the fields are an endless and open invitation that calls the free wanderers, the dreamers, and anyone needing a change of pace into its splendor, into its sense of comfortability, into a world separate from the concrete and gray—we may tremble with it—with the wheat spun from the blazing sun, with the carefree visions that may be out of reach for many, including ourselves. The rat race dies here and the unwavering winds bury it in soil while we dance as free as the wheat does.
By Andi Leigha day ago in Poets
Comments (5)
This takes me back, we live it both ways, if lucky we have the inverse of the inverse and all is well. It is great though when feelings are mutual and peace abides. This is really great Dylan, I have not quite mastered the writing of it, though the concept is clear. Kudos.
Nice job on the inverse! I like the portrayal of one event through two perspectives.
Very creative.
Nice use of the inverse!
Very sad. The two points of view of a break-up. It's bittersweet, isn't it? I'm able to relate to the experience, know it's pain, and yet you write it with such tenderness, making it palatable and beautiful...