Bread
the harvest beneath and between our lives
is always sacred we fall then rise up the seed, the sprout and stalk the swath, the stook and staff the bowl is full though chipped and crazed with age still and ever we are kneading soft flesh punching down sorrow sprinkling salts of the earth resting in a warm place doubling joy we fall then rise up |
|
Thank you for visiting Tweetspeak VerseWrights. © 2012-2018. VerseWrights. All rights reserved.: Acrostic Poems
Ballad Poems Catalog Poems Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Epic Poetry Fairy Tale Poems Fishing Poems Funny Poems Ghazal Poems Haiku Poems John Keats Poems Love Poems Math, Science & Technology Poems Ode Poems Pantoum Poems Question Poems Rondeau Poems Rose Poems Sestina Poems Shakespeare Poems Ship, Sail & Boat Poems Sonnet Poems Tea Poems Villanelle Poems William Blake Poems Work Poems |
To translate this page:
|