I lay in the field to erase any thoughts,
of a day I would rather forget.
The rustle of leaves, a breeze on my face,
dries the tears, then dissolves my regret.
I lift up my head to look over the grass,
and notice a figure so slender and tall.
It takes away breath, as I ponder a thought;
… nature makes mountains seem small!
The answers hide in the strangest of fields,
as a distraction that flirts with my mind;
the troubles of past, may be simply a dream;
or a drama that I hope to unwind.
As the breeze multiplies and spores drift away,
leaving one single stem on its own;
I think of those close, who are waiting for me;
and I realise I’m never alone.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.