»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #13
»
Tilling Earth and Soul
| Open Poetry #13 |
|
Tilling Earth and Soul |
|
|
Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California 
|
Tilling Earth and Soul As I till the earth in a bit of anger Knowing my season will be hard I can’t help but think of my unrested soul Turning the earth before me and life as well Time to stop and think to ones self Where are you going in your plot of life? Could there be a changing taking place Or shall this moment in restless awe keep you grounded “Oh” the feelings coming from sweated brow Just weeds lay before me in twisted masses I tried hard to Buried all unwanted residue is my desires Yet enough remnants linger Thus paving way for the over throw of weeds in my mind Shall I have to remove all unwanted soil? That would leave a large whole in my heart! I could mask it with manure as before Giving subtle stench rewarding turn Anger rides the tiller into soil dry Making healing efforts costly My knees now holding weight of life On lowest level my soul churns up all degrading vile Keeping me in unfruitful territory Kissing sweet earth my pray pleads outwardly Asking turns to threshing and tears to running waters I say keep digging for some how The earth shall produce beauty once more It’s just a matter of removing the weeds Chuckling to ones self “but weeds” Are hardy and thrive were one does not desire them And a fight they shall put up This day is long most are! My graveled soil it has to be And the clay clogs my veins with heavy residue Strength is something of the past Hard to mustard up or am I giving up! The soil is now drenched with salty tears Nothing shall grow in this spot this year Maybe it’s time to put away the till and my heart And give rest to the understanding of why Tomorrow promises a fresh new start Maybe I shall seek finer soil then Today is clouded shrouded in uneventful answers My determination to plant a beautiful garden Is powerful hopefully stronger than my weakened soul It’s a matter of finding the right ingredients And mixing in a little tender care Or at least the world says it is? My understanding are just that “mine” I guess I will part this plot of land But it was watered with heavy heart That has to be worth something? To someone for it was a part of me By Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. |
||
| © Copyright 2001 Ellen Ware - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Buried all unwanted residue is my desires everythings worth something and your words are worth a lot to all who read them...even if not responding huggzz Maureen "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
||
|
Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Thank you for a wonderful metaphor |
||
Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SweetCerenity~ I love the way you till your phrases~ Almost like the tilling of your garden~ Look ! A lovely blossom of your thoughts. Love n' hugs~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
||
|
Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Maureen, Irish Rose, Marge Besides the fact that my muse took a trip some were and can't be found I am having one HELL of a year so far and I really was working in the garden but upset at life finding the tilling became a rather large hole in the ground and crying became ruler for a while, if the first half of this year is the bad part then the next half is going to be awesome cause what could go wrong has and making it through is KILLING ME! Thank you all for your kind replys this was my thoughts pouring out on to page and probably was not suitable to be posted, Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. |
||
|
Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this was absolutely suitable to be posted Cerenity. . .  I love what you've done with this. . . if only we could till our hearts like we till the soil. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
||
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cerenity, It’s a matter of finding the right ingredients And mixing in a little tender care Wonderful metaphores I enjoyed the read. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
