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:
grace where you
kindness brings good
God’s most holy
softness ‘round your
truth to all you
love in all you
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
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