so, i got to thinking about all those words planted in my language where fertility grew them to leave and stalk and pod
the farmer's words scatter my fields like seed on clod watered by thundering flashes awash, fertilized and germinating
progeny seedlings, my own growth in some time-lapse photography writhing their creamy roots into earthy loam and droning on through a summer daze
into fruits of sweaty labors on humid chlorophylled days silks sultry green, stalking me through rows and rows as far as i can see, if i squint
the farmer, suspended in time stands with his hands in pocket or on some implement toed to soil and surveys life's prospects for this season, before the
days bake the green back into the humus and the cornucopia spills the field and orchard this verse of the farmer's song picked and stowed away cool
eyes closed now, ears gently strain to hear, worldly phrasing come from where? my larder or some ancestor gleaning meaning and dropping it into her apron
to carry home to hungry minds to feed them something of today and sustain them through a fallow solstice and the chilled breeze
any cultivation harvested over picked clean and harrowed flat nearly time to plow it under again while the farmer gazes the horizon and sips something in his cup
I was a reading intervention aide at school k-5th grade we would read through stories and the kids would skim over words and I would stop and ask.. do you know what that means? no.. then why didnt you ask.. I loved using new vocabulary on these students and have them ask me from then on whats that mean..... I planted seeds
Nice poem GG
pilgrimageofloveSydney, New South Wales AustraliaAug 23, 2011
Goodguy as i was reading your beautiful poetry, i could not decide which phrase to highlight. it is all beautiful. gg2h style.
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Nice poem GG
as i was reading your beautiful poetry,
i could not decide which phrase to highlight. it is all beautiful. gg2h style.