Familiar Fields

Familiar Fields

Day 6 of 30 Days of Poetry

A view across a field of ripe barley bordered by woodland under a blue sky with wispy clouds
I gaze over familiar fields
With eyes focused on the past,
And if I turn my head just so
I know I'll catch a glimpse
Of those I thought lost.

In that fleeting instant,
Magical space between moments
Where past and present mingle,
The lost are found once more
And I can feel complete.

I Don’t Know What Love Is

I Don’t Know What Love Is

When I was young
I never thought
About what love was:
I didn’t need
To question.

Love was a word
I never uttered.
The emotional
Implications
Were too strong.

It was always
A thing I knew
Without words:
Beyond friendship
As one soul.

To feel that I
And another
Were so entwined,
That nothing could
Break that bond.

But now you say
I never knew
What love was.
I know it by
The empty space.