Commence

Photo by Penguinuhh on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Begin all the way at the end
with the reaping of wheat,
in the amber field by the river’s bend.
The stalks cut down arrive at death,
for the harvest is here,
when sheaves take their last breath,
gathering in each bountiful ear.
And should some stray kernels escape,
drifting down from the breeze
across the soft earth they drape.
Then at last it’s finally these
that bring us to the start,
to the seed that runs rife
with creation at it’s heart,
the commencement of life.

 

This poem is inspired by the following quote from Hemingway: 

 

 It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward…
–The Torrents of Spring (1926) 

 

Written for dVerse.

 

Tomato

Photo by Glenn A. Buttkus at South Sound Minimalist Photos

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

luscious verdant green
shyly waits
for a sun-kissed blush

Written for dVerse.

 

Growing

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To the future, small feet
walk, from Here and Now
squinting towards a view incomplete
what will it endow?
Over the horizon, a smudge
might be an architect
perhaps a magician, or judge
all have a different affect.
But for now,
onward they plow.

 

Written for dVerse.