Commence

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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.

 

Waiting

Photo by Miguel Maldonado on Unsplash

She plucked the long awaited fruit

Watched the buds appear and grow

The leaves spread out wide and green

Branches climbing through the sky

Slim stem broadening to solid trunk

Sapling rising shyly up

A tiny shoot, burst of green

Soil over the seed set in earth

She made room for the tree

Backwards Poem

At long last the kite flies free!

He loosens it from the tree

A ladder fetched and leaned up

Her cries heard by a kind grownup

The girl looks up through the leaves in tears

Higher and higher! 'Til into the tree it steers

Dipping and diving and soaring!

To the park she races clutching the string.

All set up and ready for flight

Down from the shelf comes the glorious kite

Today's poem comes from the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem backwards. So if you start at the end of the poem and read it from bottom to top, it will actually make sense.