Turn wine into water
gold into lead
peace from slaughter
life from the dead
There is no value in weeds
courage sprouts out of sterile ground
fear spreads from seeds
in fields of desire blighted fruit's found
Discard your heart
on the land fill of possessions
Self as smoke depart
conscious death, concessions
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 3rd, 2024 04:48
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Reminds me of the parable of the tares, where the good stuff grows amongst the weeds...
Thanks so much for the read my friend and your interpretation. They are appreciated
For me this reads, take your chance on love instead of hiding behind your own soul. I love your title and had to translate it.🌹
Thank you so much dear friend all things reside in dualities and in sacrifice. Your remarks are deeply appreciated and I am humbled that you would take the time to research this word.
That last stanza….should be sung out loud!! Brilliant
Thank you so much for your read and support it is most appreciated.
Interesting perception peace, good work
Thank you for your visit and comment it is valued.
Wow. Discard your heart indeed.! Short and sweet. Bravo.
Thank you Dan for the review and kind words they are appreciated.
Fine words soren and that last stanza is so good.
Andy
I am a great believer in the unity of opposites .. these words seem to endorse the principle and reinforces my faith in it and in poetry .. Neville
I read the poem thrice. Slowly it dawned on me that the theme is about the ephemeral quality of material possessions. I might be totally off, please do correct me if that was the case.
No you are right on. That is the core of it and love to is ephemeral. Thank you so much for the read and comment.
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