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Broadcast we a
tender germ till
amber daybreak drew;
threshing pages
from our core.
Still we stood; standing still,
with leavened loins
beneath a secret sun;
as within,
without want,
this sacred granary grew
and grew.
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This is great
Wow you did well on this poem This is penned very well
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...private gardens sown to golden fields of grain. I love the fulfillment of such promises to sustain each dawn.
This poem is beautifully inticate within its brief lines and we the readers become interlopers.
Karen
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Sometimes it is just as important to know when to stop writing in poetry and this is the case with this one. There is no 'proper' length to a poem. This one felt just right when I finished. Thank you for stopping by Karen.
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great title! as we reveal in honesty, we grow internally. nicely done
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Thank you sweet arrival. You said you enjoyed brevity so that is what I wrote.
Paul
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this is beautiful Paul! you sure have a unique style.
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Thank you Tara. You too have got a style - like a down pillow.
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very cool...
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Thank you Patsy.
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