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Planting

October 08, 2006 08:18 PM EDT

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I dig into the earth, striving to gain some advantage
over the hard packed dirt,
laced with rough-edged stones.
Three packets of seeds left
from Spring planting,
laying aside, waiting, waiting.
Clouds gather overhead,
threatening to burst.
Torrents of tears stream
silently down my face.
My face a brazen revelation of an anguished soul.
The clouds, too heavy, drop their cold rain
and I allow my tears to become intermingled.
With cracked voice I cry,
"My Love, oh! My Love."
Reluctantly I forsake my toil.
Turning away, I look down at my heavy black dress,
my stomach protruding.
My sole consolation is,
knowing when a seed is planted,
it sprouts forth in beauty.

Tags: weather, nature, life, eyes, black, poetry, ground, beauty, rain, random musings, tears, spring, seed, dress, toil, writing

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Comments: 6

Mary H. Oct 8, 2006, 11:49pm EDT

Virginia, you are a talented soul! This poem is pregnant with meaning -- literally! It tells such a sad tale of truth, death, grief, and birth and rebirth.

"Unless a corn of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone..."

Great, great poem!!!

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Carol Roach Oct 9, 2006, 5:52am EDT

very beautiful metaphor for birth and life

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Virginia M. Oct 10, 2006, 1:20am EDT

Thank you Mary and Carol. When I wrote this poem, it took me three days, because I was thinking of someone very dear to me- knowing that when the time comes, it will hurt deeply.

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