Lost in Wheatfield

Lost in Wheatfield

written by: Craig R Kirchner

I sit lost in the sky of
A Wheatfield with Cypresses,
wondering where Vincent
was lost while creating it.
Supposedly, left Paris for Arles
to be closer to nature
and more individualistic in his style.

Lost, becomes the day’s ponderance.
Does it involve a travel through the subconscious,
is it a leap to the subterranean?
My worst dreams are being lost in
postimpressionist surroundings,
vivid colors of fear.

We all make the leap,
not as often or with the same intensity,
and of course, can’t paint,
but we can get lost in the surreal peace,
that is artfully stroking white,
through the field, trees, mountains,
the green and blue of the moving sky.

Back straight,
right hand caressing the left,
so riveted to empathizing with the moment,
of an otherwise mundane afternoon,
it becomes only possible,
when there is no possibility of understanding

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Craig R Kirchner

Craig loves the aesthetics of writing, has a book of poetry, Roomful of Navels, and has been nominated three times for a Pushcart. He has been published in Chiron Review, Abraxas, Spillwords, Main Street Rag and more than 100 others. He houses 500 books in his office and about 400 poems on a laptop; these words help keep him straight. Craig has an interview at Spillwords and can be found on Bluesky.

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