Poem: Flowered Fields

Wanting the freedom to love until you have it . . . and then what?

Flowered Fields Man, I’ve been saying it long enough A regular evangelist for freedom to move Relationships should be open and easy That’s what I said, meant it too, and now I’ve found a woman who understands She takes me on my own terms and knows my need for time alone, figured out that love has more facets than need and loves me and loves others too So, how come I’m getting itchy with that? Why do I wonder where I stand with her and what it means, when she flashes that grin, touching the hand of someone else? Why do I go home with the blues so often, even though I know she loves me, told me so? I love her too, but you see we have this thing about our freedom with relationships Recognize that spatial need thing, being her and me, instead of us, which is just too controlling Know what I mean, understand my take and hers? It’s got to be that way, other stuff just doesn’t work Never has worked and I’ll be honest with you this isn’t working either, I don’t think Does anyone know where this train is going? Why the connections aren’t in my timetable? It’s warm when it’s warm, but man it sure gets cold, standing on these platforms, dedicated to travel, on what I was absolutely sure was the scenic route It might be a journey longer than I knew, lost among these free-blown flowered fields

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.