I woke up as the rooster announced morning’s arrival. In silence, I saw the sun rise, majestic above the hills and with the breeze serenading the fields as I, with a hoe, harvested the wheat of my labor. I smiled; content. The day would be beautiful.
Then I awoke, to the hullabaloo of the city.
I share this post with Flash 55 Friday, and with Magpie Tales where Tess Kincaid has given this beautiful image of the Vincent van Gogh painting, Wheat Field with Rising Sun, to inspire us.
© Leo 05/July/2011
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
I enjoyed reading this one… such a lovely, serene dream…too bad our realities didn’t always match!
Thanks so much, Ginny. Yes, I know. If only.. but that life ain’t meant for everyone I guess.
Oh, how pesky reality can scupper those dreams! Neat little write and heart felt, too!
Yes. Sudden riddance to that dream.. Thanks, Helena. I wrote from the heart, glad it reflected.
This is brilliant, I really like this. Well done
Thanks, The Oldstrong.
Hope and beauty – the world heralds that in that instant.
Gorgeous delivery!
Just that one moment… Thank you Clariice.
This reads like a free verse poem. You might want to play with your lines, breaking it up into a free verse poem, and see what happens.
I love the idea of the breeze serenading the fields. That’s a great image.
It started out as a free verse; sort of. Then, the play with the last line struck me. So decided to go that way. Glad you loved the post, and that line in particular. Thanks, Sioux.
What a sweet dream, I too really crave a more pastoral lifestyle sometimes at least I’d love homegrown food lol
Yes.. I dream of a simpler life too, mindlovemisery. 🙂 more so for the food 😉 Thank you.
Love the word “hullabaloo”.
Glad you liked it, Tess..
Ah …. reality bites!
Yes. It bites big time, Helen.
i love the title and really love your 55 ~ it’s perfect for the painting! i enjoy your words a lot, Leo. ♥
Yes, but I do wonder what Mr. van Gogh would have written about it if he were here still. 🙂 Thanks for liking my work, Dani.
A morning dream that broke… ah! I love it. Not the phenomenon of dream breaking, but your writing I meant. 😀
Yeah. I know 😛 No one likes such a dream to break anyways 🙂 Glad you liked it, Deboshree 🙂