Copper Sun

[Quixilated]

Hello, I.m.b.a.s.,
Let me start by saying I like where this poem takes me. I find myself standing there in the field, squinting in the sun. I like the evocative nature of it, and the simplicity of the scene that is set. It is peaceful.

I've been reading it over and over trying to discover if there are hidden layers I'm missing ... I'm still working on being able to spot the "underworld" of poems. The last line makes me think there is something I'm missing, and I've looked for clues in the title and other words, and couldn't find it. So I'll make my observations based on this being a poem about a moment in a field, and if I missed something, then just overlook my critique.

In a field full of the ghosts of wheat, this makes me picture a harvested field, with the mowed and broken roots left behind. I love that "ghosts of wheat"
worked dry of everything it was meant for, like that it has fulfilled its purpose, and the intent of the line, but don't understand how wheat is "worked dry"
She stands.
She would sit,
but staring at the way the light catches the dry grass
and the way it skitters off the floating dust takes a certain
angle. this tells me that she is finding beauty in this moment. She is looking at this field with an artist's eye. This is the line that convinced me this poem was about the field and its beauty and not a metaphor for something else. The woman is here to admire the field, therefore so am I, or something like that.
She sways without meaning to, her feet firmly anchored to the
moving ground. like this part, it makes her like the grass, swaying in the breeze, feet anchored to the earth like roots.
Everything has changed. this line I'm tripping over. It makes me go back and read the poem over and over trying to understand what has changed for the woman besides the field that was tall grass now being mowed. So this is the part where, if I am missing something, then keep it in, but maybe add a clue in the title, or somewhere to help figure it out. Or if it is just about the field (and I like it just fine if that's what it is) Then maybe find another way to say what you mean? I think it's the "everything" that makes me look for more.

I hope something in all that was helpful. I really love standing next to this woman and seeing this field through her eyes. It sounds like she is there at the "golden hour" when everything just looks magical. If you could squeeze in a smell somwhere, a freshly harvested field of wheat would smell absolutely amazing.
--Quix

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Sorry about all the [ b] I was trying to make those words bold. Massive fail. Hope it's not too confusing. Just read the [ b] as parenthesis I guess.
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ha! Figured it out!!!