the fruit of youth and foolishness is exceedingly bitter...
through cloudbursts and sunspots
come endless interruptions of capacity--
I would say they are not my doing
because I dared never to play god
yet I've come to believe I somehow planted
the seeds of their beginnings
while helplessly meting the wages of my labors
to the Fates before whom even the gods become eventually low.
One of the things I like about your poetry Rachel is that is generally always thought provoking encapsulated in just a few well crafted liens and this is no exception.
I think that we all go about planting seeds where ever we go in relating to others some deeper than others. Even by the fact that we state we don't relate to people in its self means that we have planted a seed or connection. Wow I am getting a bit heavy here sorry.
I'll get my coat
lovely poem
elPintor
Sun 7th Oct 2018 21:57
Thank you kindly, Hazel--I'm glad it seemed to hit a chord with a few of you..much appreciated.
Rachel x
Stunning. That last line is genius.
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elPintor
Mon 8th Oct 2018 02:24
You bring up an interesting concept, Martin, with the idea of sowing in relation to depth--too superficially planted, a seed can be too easily carried or washed away; too deep, and it is too long denied the light it requires for nourishment (I'll be getting my coat, soon, if I keep on in this direction).
Somewhat along the same lines, an idea like this comes to mind...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect
Thanks for stopping by,
Rachel