Many seek ways to disown,
the crowns of troubles gained,
when flights of fancy have flown,
as seeds sown into the wind.
The foolishness of youth,
with time, becomes renown,
and secrets are often shown,
as seeds sown into the wind.
In little time, full-blown,
around the town it’s known,
people shake their heads and frown,
as seeds were sown into the wind.
Ripened to harvest-brown,
sowers reap what is rightly owned,
in fertile soil the fruit was grown,
from seeds sown into the wind.
The crowning shame reveals the fruit-
served banquet style to puppet-clowns,
the world is audience to the ownership;
wild seeds sown into the wind.
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Comments: 13
Virginia, what a powerfully, lucidly written verse of poignancy! I like the small font you've used to introduce each stanza (I read each small font line from each one and that w/in itself even makes a lovely verse). *You Are A Wonder!!!
"The crowning shame reveals the fruit-"... WHAT A LINE!!!
You have set a wonderfully 'high' standard with this profound poem to begin this week's PPOW! It exemplifies an excellent clarity of thought and direction and well supports its title. Wonderful!!!
Angela, J. G.- Thank you both very much!
Autumn,- THANK YOU!! I am glad you enjoyed the poem:)
Barbra- Much appreciation for your kind words! I am glad writing the poem this way, worked well. That was my intentions:)