I have sewn a golden field of illusions
in the fertile black soil of ignorance.
Under a warm sun of desire,
watered by rains of false promises,
it has ripened and grown ready for harvest.
Gathered and bound in sheaves of delusion,
it is sent to rumor's market,
where it is milled between the stones of imagination.
Now undetectable from other flour,
it is sold to the masses
who mix it with the yeast of hope
It raises, then falls,
leaving life's bread
poisonous and bitter to the taste.
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: February 7th, 2024 04:24
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Accidental Poet, Doggerel Dave
Comments6
So very relevant In our today's world. What amazing imagery and metaphor. I say let's just make some pasta together and fix it all. 🌹
As long as it is not made with tares, I love pasta with a nice Chianti. Thanks so much Teddy i look forward to your wonderful reviews.
You bake a fine poem Soren. 😉👍
I wish it were for bread but the dough is poor. Thanks Accidental I appreciate the comment
As Teddy above - even I managed the imagery and metaphor - you pinned the process with absolute clarity, Soren.
Thanks Dave would you like some bread? I have a little left over that didn't get burned in the oven of hell. Thanks so much for the read and comment.
Dang tares! They have to remain until the end of time Harvest, so the parable goes. If harvested now, they may root up some of the good wheat with them.
You got a tare or two? Same as a weed or two?!
I'm sure KP feeds me with that poison bread - it tastes odd. lol.
When small I thought tares were tears, it made it hard to understand the parable. As for weed I don't have any right now but could probably use some. Check that bread it it is unleavened it could have tares. Thanks for the read Orchi
Powerful and poignant. Very relatable to the times.
Thanks for the read and words of encouragement Thomas
Wonderful words of truth in our current world soren.
I do make my own bread though and it seems to taste fine. LOL.
Andy
Thanks Andy I used to make my own bread too but then I retired. LOL thanks for the review and comment.
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