No Longer a Farmer
i no longer pretend to be a farmer my garden has gone au naturel now
it is words i cultivate
i plant ideas forming and feeling them hopefully my harvest
will be poems
the endeavor will yield no profit i study seed catalogs grammar books
study english syntax look for missing links and metaphors
i have no crystal ball what is ahead is unknown i remain right here
have no sense of the future i eye the debris accumulated on the portal
the stains from the leaks run down the temple walls somethings cannot be
changed
the past disappeared in smoke left no trace no track to follow
try to balance what is past what will come where i place my feet
look for secure footing while making today out of yesterday's leftovers
we rode the sled down the hill on the only day it snowed it all comes back
in bits and pieces i swing the bat miss the pitch
i have no power to erase mistakes yesterday is set cannot be changed
March 5, 2017
8 comments:
So true...what is ahead is unknown & yesterday cannot be erased. All we have is today....to make what we can from it!
...make today out of yesterday's leftovers. Don't we all? And doesn't it sometimes make for very fine todays, a time to be still and listen to the voices of the past. The key seems to me to be to forgive ourselves for what we might have done differently, and realize we did the best we knew how at the time. Your poems always carry special moments!
Oh I resonate. At this time of life, right now is what is........I really like our harvest being poems......and making today out of yesterday's leftovers. Loved this one, my friend.
Better to remember the joy and laughter, the love and the touch.
I love the sense of words as seeds to sow... and I prefer a garden as a piece of nature.
Yes, the seeds as words... we only have today. I love this one. It resonates with me.
Such depth and wisdom.. it's true all we have is today..
i eye the debris accumulated on the portal
the stains from the leaks run down the temple walls
These things are truly there, and fertilize the poems you grow, though how we wish to have a little magic to change just a few events for the better. No crystal ball.
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