She gave us a gift in box: packets of seeds
Bearing various shapes - bird's feet, fish's eyes, clouds, bones
Holding the promise of fruits from caring deeds
We took the storms, thoughtless insults and sharp stones
That came our way. Instead we made maps, beads
of peace, stories from forests, lakes and pine cones-
Our one voice echoed with other voices
Our two hands multiplied with calm choices
What we could not imagine, happens: kindness
Rooting, growing, removing our blindness
Spreading from home to home, this gift that binds us
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Eleventh Power (and More) - The poetry form that I have selected has the following elements:
- stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.
- syllabic, 11 syllables each.
- rhymed, rhyme scheme: abababccddd or ababababccc.
There is also an option of a List Poem in an 11 line stanza. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visits and comments.
This is absolutely exquisite, Grace! I especially admire; "We took the storms, thoughtless insults and sharp stones that came our way. Instead we made maps, beads of peace, stories from forests, lakes and pine cones."❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI have a theory- I don't think those that truly love and appreciate nature could ever be intentionally unkind. You poem is so beautiful Grace.
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ReplyDeleteWonderful work indeed, Grace. I'll probably give this form a shot (little too busy right now, though).
ReplyDeleteI esp like the "beads of Peace". I'm still wearing an original Hippie 'love bead' which I donned over half a century ago.
I thought you might enjoy this (an inverted tanka)...
https://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2019/11/06/love-still/
The gifts of nature ought to be shared. It's a shame not everyone wants to be bothered. Lovely idea.
ReplyDeleteThe above comment is from me, Jane. I'm not anonymous but Google is playing silly buggers with me.
ReplyDeleteWell I think the devotion to nature that permeates through your verse is beautifully done, and so very true
ReplyDeleteYes! Nature is kindness. It nourishes us, warms us, feeds us and gives us gifts to share. Your poem is beautiful Grace ☺️💕
ReplyDeleteI like your likening the poet pub to a beautiful garden. It is truly that.
ReplyDeleteYour poem brings such peace and harmony, Grace. A lovely appreciation of nature's bounty.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story you have woven out of the elements of life. May humans take these gifts to heart.
ReplyDelete"We took the storms, thoughtless insults and sharp stones
ReplyDeleteThat came our way. Instead we made maps, beads
of peace, stories from forests, lakes and pine cones-
Our one voice echoed with other voices"
So much beauty and wisdom in your words, Grace. Your poem is a beautiful gift for us.
Such a hopeful poem, in particular, I resonate with the two hands multiplying.
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