One Seed planted in the earth, place of birth, sensing warmth of the womb
Drinking rain's milk, bursts a thread of silk, raising from the tomb
In a bed of the dead rooted, bread of life shooted, an umbilical vine
Giving power, a flower, from the shrine of a divine design
Stolen gold its treasure's unfold, in sacrifice beheaded
Bound uncrowned, head ground, into the flour of life embedded
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- Published: June 6th, 2025 02:57
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I see the great Australian staple "wheat". This explores the planting and growth and the miracle of natural growth.Excellent poem.I really enjoyed reading.
Thank you so much David for the read and kind words of support they are most important to me
Your beautiful poem weaves life's cycle with striking imagery—birth, death, and rebirth in golden grain. A divine dance of sacrifice, sustenance, and sacred design.
Thanks so much Mottakeenur your comments are most appreciated.
Lifes cycle in all its glory, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani your visit is always most welcome. I appreciated the comment and words of support
You are very welcome
From the seed planted to the bread baked. The life cycle rolls along. A very clever poem. Also, liked your rhyme scheme. Phil A.
Thanks so much Phil for your read and interpretation. Your kind words are most appreciated
What a beautiful text, so full of wisdom. Thank you so much for sharing it. Best regards.
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support they are very important to me.
Life grows in all soren and will always do so.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for the review and most encouraging words.
This is a beautiful and meaning poem. Well written!
Thank you so much Salvia for reading this poem and your most generous kind comment it is always most appreciated
This just makes me smile it's stunning, your poetry is truly breathtaking dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
You are too kind my friend and your most generous words are deeply appreciated
Great metaphor, my friend. Not just chaff blowing in the wind, this wheat is an essential ingredient to life. There's many ways this can be interpreted to. The wheat and the vine draw up images of the Eucharist, for me, among other things. So, whether one is reading this metaphor more straight forward or whether one is divining mystical insights, this poem delivers all the way around my friend. Well done!!! 🌹👏
Thank you my friend for your review and interpretation it is always appreciated and valued.
You are most welcome!
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