field of onions, steven humphreys, prose, poetry, poem
Spiritual and beyond

Field of Onions

the infamous cruel

ruthless

teacher

inflicting twinge

and trouble

peeling our skin

layer by

 layer

exposing an endless

field of onions…

bygone years

intertwine

forlorn tears;

the grand

mariner

steers his red-orange

horizon

of floating memories

as far as the eye can see…

our prayer trumpets,

‘Let not history repeat

its indifferent gloom,

lest we forget

what we’d endured;

that it

shall not return

to wake us

from that which

 we deem

inerrant.’

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