Time & Place

To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven:

Ecclesiastes 3:1

Fields stretched for miles
Sentries of poles and wires:
passing, passing, passing

Water pooled in farm fields
Roots, stalks, hulks and corn:
Soaking, soaking, soaking

Rusty farm equipment 
Scattered, as ancient debris: 
Waiting, waiting, waiting

Old crow in flight above; 
In bulging grey skies:
Calling, calling, calling

I in my comfortable car
Staring out rain stained window:
Wondering, wondering, wondering

What would life be like
Living in one of these places:
Halting, halting, halting

At some unknown way stop!

P. Wolf linking with Poets& Story Tellers United; https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/07/weekly-scribblings-79-on-my-way.html


  1. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    I love the dreamlike feel of this. The repetition echoes the feeling of turning wheels and the way scenes on a highway bleed into each other to create a whole mood as we go along.


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thank you. It’s a fond memory. I guess that is why I wrote about it. Being a passenger on a trip can be dull. I hope to write about the bleeding rocks I saw on the vacation 😊


  2. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    I like how you imagine being in a place that is different from where you normally are. Sometimes dreams come true.


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      I think I’d like the crows viewpoint, as he sees it all 🤣


  3. poetrybydebi says:

    The repetition does give movement to this poem. I love this part “Staring out rain stained window: Wondering, wondering, wondering


  4. Yes, as Helen says, the repetition works beautifully. For me it accentuated the ‘time stands still’ feeling of that landscape and the slower pace of life one imagines there.


  5. Helen Dehner says:

    The repetition used in your poem works beautifully giving us a real feeling of taking the journey with you. Brava!


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thank you for stopping in. I am grateful, grateful, grateful 😊


  6. Jim says:

    I see the flooded rice fields of Louisiana hatching the secondary of crawfish while the rice stalks grow.
    But I also see the dreaded spring flooding of the corn fields in the Missouri River bottom lands. Farmers weep, the great Missouri flexes, come that dreaded day in the month of March.


    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      This trip from Wisconsin to North Carolina, a few years back, was taken in spring. Heavy rains had drenched the landscape. We ran into detours. It was a sad sight to see such devastation.


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