Life Cycle

A Poem By ericnovak // 11/3/2007

Sun baked brown soil of the earth.
Silence in its respite.
Resting, waiting…
Seasons passing, snow melting.
Soaking up the essence of the planet,
Storing up richness.
Waiting…

Rumbling.
Silence is broken.
Steel tines pushing dirt into rows.
A seed, spinning, falling.
Now nestled in a bed of brown.
Darkness closes…
The promise sleeps.

Rain, blowing, silence.
Green tendrils shoving, moving, growing.
Light at last.
Reaching for the sky,
Giving birth to sheathed ears of yellow pleasure.
Grinding, slashing, rumbling once again.
Pulling, tearing, spinning.
Monsters of metallic green mowing.
Wheels moving, gold spiraling, darkness again.

Sun baked brown soil of the earth.
Silence in its respite.
Resting, waiting… For the cycle to begin again.

Eric Novak

Comments

Eric

I really enjoyed this. Good poem. Nice and real. :)

Brianna | Thu, 11/08/2007

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

Eric!

I'm glad you dropped by. Great poem! :)

Timothy | Thu, 11/15/2007

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