Thursday, May 16, 2019

Harvesting Hope



I planted green bulbs
that turned purple,
magically,
week by week.
They taught me
we often find
much more
than we seek.

I planted children
who turned into wizards
and  shapeshifters,
flying free.
They were changelings, 
but who changed the most,
back then,
was me.

I planted my footsteps
on a path leading Away,
my heart on a quest
for the place that would
make me
stay.

I planted a broken heart
by the seaside,
in the dune's soft slope.
All my life,
I have planted sorrow
and harvested hope.


for Toni's prompt at The Wednesday Muse: Garden Spot. Also sharing with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United on Sunday.

After reading Shay's amazing poem: Portrait , which has the lines "she planted" repeated, the last two lines of this poem popped into my head, and I went from there, with a nod of thanks to Shay. I love how one poem can spark another - the wonder of online poetry.


28 comments:

  1. I'm so happy to see the open tulips—they are as beautiful as I expected. And iI completely agree on the green to purple suprime. The channeling stanza is a delight. The last one gave me chills.

    Love this glimpse (literal and figurative) of your garden.

    😘🌷

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  2. Growth can sometimes feel like magic.... thanks for sharing...

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  3. I have planted sorrow
    and harvested hope.
    These two lines say it all. So many times people have planted sorrow and reaped only more sorrow. I love the stories you tell of your past. to have find joy by the ocean!

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  4. This is incredibly gorgeous, Sherry!❤️ I especially love this particular bit; " I planted my footsteps on a path leading Away, my heart on a quest for the place that would make me stay."❤️

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  5. Oh, Sherry! This is brilliant and I'm going to be inspired by Shay and you and give this a whirl! It really moved me.

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  6. Absolutely speechless after reading the poem.

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  7. Indeed, it's a wonderful thing how one poem can inspire another. I can't tell you how often hedgewitch's poetry has inspired my own. And when I'm stuck, I get unstuck by reading poetry by the best of the famous masters. That my little poem inspired you, Sherry, just makes me feel good.

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  8. This is one of the sweetest and most hopeful things I've read in a while. I think of my own little ones, and the fears I had. I still have fears about what could happen to them, but I get hope seeing the wonderful things that are blooming from them. I love this piece. Thank you for sharing it.

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  9. Lovely, soft and gentle and brought misty tears

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  10. This is a beautiful soft spoken poem of hope for a Sunday morning. I love all that you have planted and I know in your journey you will plant much more with the hope of growth.

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  11. Yes, I too am now thinking of what has been planted and all of the surprises.

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/standing-in-the-gap/

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  12. this is beautiful, Sherry. i like the gentle rhymes here.
    and of course, one must harvest hope. :)

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  13. We always have a harvest after the planting. I love the last 2 lines the most!

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  14. Love the thought of being planter and to change ourselves.

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  15. To harvest hope from sorrow is incredible magic. Happy Sunday and thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today, Sherry

    Much🌻love

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  16. This message, so beautifully related, is just what I needed today. Thanks!

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  17. Love those last two lines about planting sorrow and harvesting hope. I know it wasn't easy, but look at you now: blooming!

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  18. This really is a beautiful poem Sherry. It's good that you have a good harvest now.

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  19. How beautiful, Sherry. Your heart shown through so clearly in this. The last two lines brought a couple of tears. I can relate.

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  20. Thank you, friends........I so appreciate your kind words.

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  21. They were changelings,
    but who changed the most,
    back then,
    was me.

    It is such a blessing and satisfaction to see them growing up and who turned out to be successful in life.

    Hank

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  22. planted sorrow and harvested hope..what a beautiful way of articulating hope and positivity!

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  23. Purple tulips are my favourites, Sherry, and I love the children who turned into wizards and shapeshifters! Such a glorious garden and a poignant ending.

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  24. i love the planting from children to heartbreak...what a beautiful expression of living as part of a magical process...bkm

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  25. Sherry,
    I love this poem, which is so much of you and what you contribute to life in many forms.
    Your children,pets, nature and your endless gifts shared through your words...all harvesting hope, in their different ways:)

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