Planting rice

The water buffalo ambles beside her   

On rice fields, submerged with water

The sun burns her face lined with serenity

And arms more golden than corn ears

The paddies, she seeds with hands

Before sun rises until sunset mutes the land  

Child of the farm, daughter of the harvest,

She holds the seedlings, grains from sands

Her mother tells her she is blessed silk

By Gods, her skin neither pale like goat’s milk,

Nor dark like burnt mud sticking her soles; 
but brown, soft earth her hands sink into, her ilk

Nurture the seedlings to grow, filling bowls

Of family, whole community, including fowls,

Uniting her tribe with motherland, serenity

And prosperity, she plants rice, her soul

Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Oral Tradition - The planting and harvesting of rice are part of my cultural heritage.  So many tales have been told and I have shared partly a verse about it.  

and D'verse Poets Pub:  Rubaiyat Quartrains - I just learned about this form this afternoon.   Let me know how I can improve this.   

Poetry form:  An Interlocking Rubáiyát is a Persian form where the subsequent stanza rhymes its 1st, 2nd, and 4th lines with the sound at the end of the 3rd line in the stanza (Rubá’íyah) before it. In this form, the 3rd line of the final stanza is also rhymed with the 3 rhymed lines in the first stanza. There is no maximum length but the minimum is three stanzas.

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