Seeds, Fields and Crop Circles
Lord, let me leave hints of my struggles and revelations
more obvious than crop circles.
Let my tongue salivate when you are on its tip
So that I may irrigate the drought-ridden minds
But not make them hydroponic farmers.
For the workers are few and the hearts are plenty,
Hearts of those who glean fields looking for grains of hope,
Searching for nourishment that cannot be eaten,
starving for a reason to live:
a reason to wake up a winter’s morning when the vegetation has frosted over,
And say I love You and you.
Author Note: originally written this way, this poem was revised heavily for my senior writing portfolio for school
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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Seeds, Fields and Crop Circles
Lord, let me leave hints of my struggles and revelations
more obvious than crop circles– in their minds.
may tongue salivate when you are on my mind and on its tipmayy
So that I may irrigate the drought-ridden fields
But not make them hydroponic farmers.
For the workers are few and hearts are plenty,
Hearts who glean fields for grains of hope.
Searching for any nourishment that cannot be eaten,
starving for a reason to live:
to wake up on a dark, winter morning of frosted vegetation,
And say I love You and you.
Author Note: i want to help. what do i do?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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