Never Mind the Silent Fields — from Emily Dickinson
never mind the silent fields
stillness in the grass
wind will sigh when it travels
sending seeds aloft
for now the quiet field remains
locked in shells of gold
hanging soft upon the blades
bells of grass silently toll
Pamela Olson, 9/14/08
For One Single Impression’s prompt of
Line from Poem #2
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
edited by Thomas H. Johnson
20 commentsFollowing Moses
Parting the Red Sea
water rises through the reeds
sodden leather
muddy feet
laded with slavery’s burdens
exhausted from escape
we wait on the edge
death in front of us
destruction behind us
the clatter of chariot and spear
compete with the thrum of waves
he pauses at the sea’s edge
tries to convince us to follow
follow! can we walk on water
there is no place to go
but still he raises his hand
the same muscles and bones
as mine— both dark in the fading light
the acrid salt air burns our throats
still he urges forward into the watery wilderness
we pray— then step forward
Pamela Olson, 9/14/08
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