Cornfields or Flowers

Do people actually ever run through fields of flowers

And if so why?

So someone can take their picture, put a nice inspirational quote on it

Feed it to the masses

Disguised as an original thought

As a child I ran through cornfields

Not for peace or serenity, to touch God

But because it frightened me

That feeling of getting lost

In something so much larger than you

The maze of stalks, row after row, seemingly endless

The childish thought you may never make it back home

Lost, trapped forever in the web of a corn spider

A broken ankle, no one to hear your cries

Only the swift blades of the combine to shred you to nothing

Your poor mother, weeping

Rocking on the edge of your bed

Clutching your little league glove with trembling hands

In an empty room

Those childish fantasies are much closer to our reality

Than fields of daisies, a beautiful woman in a flowing summer dress

Sun on her face, the breeze just right

Many of us are still that scared little kid

Trapped in the cold, dark, wet slicing leaves of the towering stalks

Bound by the corn spiders web, waiting for the harvest

The mud disguising our soul as the combine draws near

Though I admit, I do love the flowers when they grow

I’ve found my place among the corn

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80 thoughts on “Cornfields or Flowers

  1. I used to run and hide in the fields of pushki or fireweed. Both of which can reach six feet or higher. Except instead of rows it was just stalks and stalks and stalks. One could hide within those blades, if one lifted the stalks back up behind you, to block the trail of would-be followers. I ran and hid for dark reasons but somehow I could find a small bit of peace within them, laying down and staring up at the little piece of sky afforded me. If you concentrated hard enough and lay there long enough, the shouts would die down and some quiet was a gifted, even for a short time. Very well written, Stories. You gave me the precious gift of a good memory in a dark time, even if adrenaline and fear is attached to it. Thank you.

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