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.
