My cheeks hurt cause I'm grinning
like... really really big grinning.
Life is seed time and harvest time.
Tilling, sewing, tending, spending
time - thoughts- opportunities- into
a circling existence of harvest.
Why do we not live life as passionately...
as we dream about it ???
If you don't drop a seed ... you will never have a harvest.
Fantastic poem my dear friend.
I soooooo needed a great poem.
I always find one here. xx
HFJ....Dana
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2004
Very insightful wonderful write.
Reviewed by Fletcher Bailey (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2004
Oh Lady A...what a simply riveting poem...and in your words of another great poet...I wish I wrote it...simply beautiful...I love the way you make the verses easy reading with a profound message attached...absolutely AWESOME!!!!...Fletcher B
Beautiful rhyme and flow as ever, Anita. Was so willing this seed to be pressed to earth and to be nurtured - not lost. This has the biblical feel of the parable of the seed and the sower about it somehow...I love the scents and sense of warm, moist earth causing seeds to break open and sprout that there is when the first pale spring sunshine breaks through after a hard winter. But you paint a slightly different landscape here - of entanglement and not of barreness. Evocative and sensitive. Thank you. Kate xx
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2004
Outstanding flow and rhyme Anita in this very lovely piece.
Beautious Lady A! Wonderful and wonderous write that depicts the seed that falls upon the soil of the heart and depending whether that soil is prepared to receive it, determines if it will grow or just wither and die.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Hope your son is ok and comes home safe
Reg.
like... really really big grinning.
Life is seed time and harvest time.
Tilling, sewing, tending, spending
time - thoughts- opportunities- into
a circling existence of harvest.
Why do we not live life as passionately...
as we dream about it ???
If you don't drop a seed ... you will never have a harvest.
Fantastic poem my dear friend.
I soooooo needed a great poem.
I always find one here. xx
HFJ....Dana
Blessings,
Joseph
this is gorgeous poetry, dear (((friend))), well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
*continued prayers*
Reindeer
Not for Mick though
Love Tinka
Lovely poem, Anita, as, of course, is the quote.
Beautiful poem. Hugs Bill
Anthony