As I go walking
Like a sower
Scattering seeds
On unknown ground
On a misty day
In falling rain
I pull from my inner self
(My bursting heart)
Feelings
Painful and Wonderful
Casting
Words to the Wind
With flowing tears
So deeply held
Inside
A sparkling spring
Of sobs
Comes rushing forth
Nurturing pregnant thoughts
Wellsprings of life
To barren soil
In mystery.
How can
My unknown heart
Sustain
Such
Painful
Treasured
Bursts of Glorious Blossoms
Coloring Parched Desert
Rainbowlike
After a thunderstorm?
11/21/93
4 comments:
Oh what a beautiful poem TheraP! The images of scattering the potential, the random nature of growth and especially the circle of tears becoming the moisture from which new hope springs that you express so softly. Wow. It all makes sense, what we go through. It’s just hard for me to see it sometimes. Your poem brought these things to me. Thank you. - stratofrog
You are the best reader anyone could wish for! You have a gift - the gift of receptivity, I'd call it.
Beautiful commentary. Thank you.
Beauty.
Gracias, Miguel.
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