You insist on the same pose -
straight as a rod, black-suited in the light,
dark hair, neatly assembled as piano keys-
But I am not cut from the same mold -
see the lines on my face & hands, colored
of earth, the grooves & stooped shoulders-
See this working bee, a farmer, a painter
with greasy hands, working on my canvas,
learning the difference of each planted seed-
Posted for The Mag 161 - Happy Sunday ~
The worker and the artist as more real than the stiff figure. An interesting concept.
ReplyDeleteNice contrast. I like the phrase "neatly assembled as piano keys".
ReplyDeleteLearning the difference would surely matter !!!
ReplyDeleteYeah a difference in us all, no need to be stiff at ones hall, as can`t pigeon hole me or thee.
ReplyDeleteI liked the movement of this...well written
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Quite opposites... from piano keys to working bee... love it, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis moved me to tears, and I cannot fully say why. Maybe I am overtired, but more likely the farmer is someone I long for--as God, as president, as the life of women I have known who take the time to look at the seeds and all of the cycles of life. Maybe she is someone I mourn for.
ReplyDeletenice...cool how you bring out the difference in the two in your first two stanzas...sometimes those differences can bring two together...sometimes not...the last stanza is quite evocative to me...the farmer/painter and learning the difference between each seed...intriguing...like much...
ReplyDeleteThose differences are vital. great write.
ReplyDeleteAnd God is found in the little things...
ReplyDeletei liked the work on the canvas line.....very clever..x
ReplyDeleteYou have assembled your words very well, like piano keys...
ReplyDeletegreat last line! I do like it- thanks.
ReplyDeleteIt is good that we are not all cut from the same mold, who would want to be?! Well penned.
ReplyDeleteThe farmer and the painter are equally found at dirtying their hands. They both work for their keeps at toiling. Truly said Grace! Great take!
ReplyDeleteHank
Well said.
ReplyDeleteit takes all kinds doesnt it
ReplyDeleteIt does take all kinds of people. Thank goodness for so many types in the world to make it interesting!
ReplyDeleteEveryone makes someone, was that philosopical?
ReplyDeleteWe should celebrate our uniqueness - that's what I took from this :)
ReplyDelete"You insist on the same pose"
ReplyDeleteNothing worse than someone who refuses change - even when looking in the mirror shows how necessary the change is needed. Well done!! As always, thank you!
"learning the difference of each planted seed-"
ReplyDeleteInteresting! :)
I would choose the life of a working bee too ....
ReplyDeletewe may look alike but if you're a peach and I'm an apricot ~there are very real differences are deciphered --you are always one of a kind!
ReplyDeleteso true... we all have a place
ReplyDeleteWe own our own uniqueness!
ReplyDeleteRest assured your self description immediately prohibits you from being his doppelganger, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYes, our sitter this week is characterless. Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteA telling line in a very compelling poem.
ReplyDeleteOh so lovely- I bet he shall plant all his seeds in tidy rows and what shall grow will be large sunflowers saying hello!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorites so far.
ReplyDelete=)
Big difference!
ReplyDeleteIndividuality rules! The same pose, attitude or even the wearing of a uniform of sorts cannot break this spirit.
ReplyDeleteThis planted seed has definitely blossomed !
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