DAY 10 – AUTUMNAL P.A.D. CHAPBOOK EXERCISE: HARVEST

And so all that we have nurtured has ripened and come to fruit. All is ready to be harvested. Your poems today are of harvest and all that it entails. Write a harvest poem. Reap the benefit of your gathered poetic skills. We’ll set the table for your word feast.

MARIE’S GATHERING OF THOUGHTS:

SOW

Sow
grace where you
may.

Pray
kindness brings good
yield.

Wield
God’s most holy
word.

Gird
softness ‘round your
views.

Fuse
truth to all you
know.

Show
love in all you
sow.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

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WALT, THE WORD REAPER:

HUNTER, GATHERER, REAPER, COLLECTOR

I search in the shadows
hoping to find that which I seek.
I take a peek under every leaf,
behind each tree hoping.
Setting my scope on the rhythm of your heart.
The great hunter with only the desire to love.
 

I pull the stalks of my disparaged existence,
sheared down by the scythe of life.
Bound and tethered, weathered and worn.
Shorn from the chaff, the wheat remains 
to nurture and nourish, a flourish of love.
Into the silo of my heart, you are gathered.
 

At times, I portray the reaper.
Cloaked and hooded, flooded with emotion,
I have this notion that in the harvest of souls
similar and the same, I came to cut you free
from the bonds that imprison you. 
Your freedom is your salvation.
 

I become the the collector,
the hunter of love,
the gathered of hearts,
the reaper of souls.
Harvesting all these 
before my impending demise..

 © Walter J Wojtanik, 2018