Wild oats sown, now grown, what harvest do I expect?

sprouted lies a field of flies discarded respect

A word spoken now broken chiseled crack in minds wall

revealing a token now awoken casting dark shadows over all

A wind blew o'er heart blue abandoned on empty sea

No land in sight of a feathers flight the reaper laughs with glee

Blind light bleeds o'er fertile seeds on hard ground thrown

Darkness revealed the shield of what I never dared to own

Melting clouds, dissolves torn shrouds new born sun blazing bright

Lull in the storm a path to transform, daybreak's after night

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2024 03:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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  • Teddy.15

    I see this as the calm before a great storm and then the calm has passed, beautiful dear sorrenbarret your imagery always leaves me in awe 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much friend for the insightful interpretation and most generous words. As always your words are appreciated.

    • 2781

      Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks for the read and comment. Is that like the pen is mightier than the sword. Yes indeed and he who takes up the sword shall die by the sword. I guess that makes he that takes up the word shall die by the word. Oh oh too many words here.

        • 2781

          I think it's a bit like we reap what we sow.

        • orchidee

          Are the nights dark? Yep, they usually are! (from an old comedy film). lol.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Orchi appreciate the read. Yea I think I remember that film but can't remember the name.

            • orchidee

              It's in a Laurel & Hardy film but I forget the title.

            • Thomas W Case

              Tremendous work.

            • Goldfinch60

              All is fine as the sun always rises on our lives soren,


              • sorenbarrett

                It always has. Thanks Gold for the read and comment.

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