Tuesday, July 13, 2021

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 Claudia's garden prompt at dVerse. So lovely to have Brian and Claudia in the house.

22 comments:

  1. You know, perhaps that is the best thing to do with sorrows, especially if they turn to hope.

    Glad you found your way to that place. So many lessons to be learned in the garden.

    Peace, my friend.

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  2. How beautiful this is, planting sorrow and harvesting hope.

    If peace and home are all that we ask for in life, then hopefully and with blessings that will come in time.

    Thanks for joining us Sherry!

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  3. This is so beautiful, especially the conclusion... My word, that is so poignant but uplifting. It just goes to show we never know what to expect from life, and how things change differently than how we thought they would originally. So stirring and marvelous. I love your writing.

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  4. Oh my gosh, that last stanza is tight! So good. And your flowers are gorgeous. <3

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  5. I really like your poem Sherry. You have such great imagery in your poem and wonderful metaphors.

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  6. Wild Woman is Wise Woman ... we've always known.

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  7. "All my life,
    I have planted sorrow
    and harvested hope."

    I find these lines extremely beautiful Sherry. I realize now, I've been doing the same but never said it so well

    Much💜love

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  8. planting sorrow and harvesting hope... i like that a lot. i love where the prompt took you Sherry

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  9. There's the hope -- it comes from composting sorrow to grow the next day's light. Lovely poem Sherry.

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  10. I love your last stanza. Beautiful poem!

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  11. Very cool poem! The construction and the beauty are a perfect blend.

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  12. Oh Sherry, those last two lines are beautiful. This was a wonderful poem about the garden of life. I loved it

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  13. Sherry, this poem is delightful! Such a wonderful message that whatever sorrows we carry, new hope can be born from it!

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  14. To bury your sorrows by the shore is probably the best thing to do... you will always find hope there.

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  15. Wow.

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

    Especially wow. Wonderful read, thank you

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  16. All my life,
    I have planted sorrow
    and harvested hope.
    What a killer ending to a wonderful write Sherry! Excellent. Children are wizards and shapeshifters 🙂

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  17. This is incredibly gorgeous, Sherry! Especially love; "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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  18. Planting green bulbs, planting children, planting footsteps, planting a broken heart. Divine.

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  19. Sherry- this is so perfect, and I love the ending!

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  20. All my life,
    I have planted sorrow
    and harvested hope.

    Love a beautiful close. It provides a punch-line effect to a wonderful piece Sherry!

    Hank

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