Poetry: Lilies of the Field

When did the phenomena melt together, fused by expectation?
There are a thousand perfect poems in the fields. As a child,

I would gather samples — flowers, seeds and leaves, each one
poetic and complete, mysteries of form and wonder, pattern

and proportion. I took my own sustenance for granted, gave
no thought to need. When did my sight become constricted,

these open apertures grow narrow, restricted to seeing things
I understand, for which I have a purpose? When did the fields

become a flat expanse of un-mowed green? Look there!
In that field! I am too grown-up — I see nothing.

(from Returning to Awe, Balkan Press, 2014)

-Laura M Kaminski, The Poetry Storehouse 

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2 thoughts on “Poetry: Lilies of the Field

  1. Scuffed Boots January 23, 2015 at 12:05 pm Reply

    I like this a lot 🙂

    Like

  2. Claire January 23, 2015 at 12:25 pm Reply

    The language is so simple and beautiful, isn’t it? 🙂

    Like

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