Be the rye caught
The grain that goes against
Be a come what May in September
A doorway you forgot to remember
Tread gently amongst dry stalks
Paying homage to seed
A vassal to the holy
Dry sheaves brought forth
Structure vaults for wintering birds
You divine your why for
Drop into the now
Purpose curling its leaves
Between stone's cold bones
You winnow treasure
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
