Crop Circles

Not sown In the richest of topsoil Cultivated With a passionate toil From the darkness of morning The earth is coarsely caressed The crop indelibly impressed In preparedness For the dawning And it grew... Burgeoning, Seasoned, colourful creation In the quick of time For a corrosive consummation. Farmer Felt the inclination To reap Of which he'd sown Though he not grown He should have known (He did, but took despite it) He reveled in his spoils. Taken from their bed too soon Roots uplifted, Loosening What was once compacted. Salination of the soil; turned sour Greedy, salicious, salty power, (Decay, with a bitter after taste) Left unmoistened, Left infertile, Left barren, parched, white and dry Leaving only spiked cacti, And blood... The earth yearned For what had once been The earth yearned To be green, again And waited, patient For the acid rain... So sure as hell, it came! Monsoonal, tropical, torrential rain. Like a peacock feather down quilt lankets of nature spilt Warmed for the winter And by the heavens it came! Desserts unwanted seasoning rinsed For a fresher, newer taste. A greener, golder garnish For serving on a softer plate It's never too late To eat It's Love Damo

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Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Damo

I really thought this one has a lot of potential ... if you took out a few words it would only strengthen your write ... let me know if you would like me to do an edit i would be happy to show you what I mean kind regards love JayCee

raskin

16 years 1 month ago

You have some good stuff

You have some good stuff here, Jayne is right. I think you can work with this a bit more, I like the metaphors of the land. I'm a gardener, this touches my heart. raskin

Breakinglogic

16 years 1 month ago

Damo, good write :) The

Damo, good write :) The work really came alive in my head. Peace and cheers, logic

Damo

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks for the comments

Thanks for the comments peeps much appreciated. JayCee please feel free. Give it your magic touch - I'd love to see/read/hear what you can do with it. Love. All Ways. Damo

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Will do an edit tonight and

Will do an edit tonight and submit it when the place gets a little quieter dinner time here smiles love JayCee

Damo

16 years 1 month ago

No worries JayCee, whenever

No worries JayCee, whenever you can. Grateful for your offer of time.

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

OK damo these are just

OK damo these are just suggested changes I was just showing you what can be done with a write like this one ... anything you like keep anything you dont ? ignore lol Not in the richest of topsoil Cultivated With a passionate toil darkness of morning earth is coarsely caressed crop indelibly impressed In readyness For the dawning it grew… Burgeoning, Seasoned creation the quick of time For corrosive consummation. Farmer Feels the inclination reap of which he’d sown Though not grown should have known (He did, but took despite it) He reveled in his spoils. Taken from beds too soon Roots lifting, Loosening What once compacted. Salination of soil; turned sour Greedy, salicious, salty power, (Decay, with a bitter after taste) Left unmoistened, Left barren, parched, white and dry Leaving only spiked cacti, And blood… The earth yearns For what had been it yearned To be green, again And waited, patient For the acid rain… sure as hell, it came! Monsoonal,rain. a peacock feather downing quilts blanket that nature spilt Warming for winter by heavens it came! Desserts seasons rinsed in a fresher, newer taste. A greener, golder garnish serving on a softer plate It’s never too late To eat Love I took to it with a heavy hand I hope you dont mind but I felt less was more in some cases and I am not always right LOL your poem love JayCee