Seeds of Sensibility

What a dreary,dark and dismal day

A barren field of euphonics say?
The land is arid, coarse and tough

No water flows between muddy cloughs

I snatch some soil, it crumbles to dust

Black earthy morsels caught by gusts

An ethereal sigh, nature's lament

Winds who whisper my repent

The seeds of sensibility, I once did sow

And pour my tears to feed and  grow

But torrents of emotions have all but run dry

Unto an absence of a remorseful sky

A sun now reigns with begotten rays

Of warmer times and blissful days 

My pastures mind remains quite dry

It has been long since rains did cry

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But shall I entreat another seasons end

And beg the clouds to sorrow send?

For I may not endure this bare plateau

And implore more seeds of pain to grow

I will stay for now, and resist the toils

Of harvesting anguish under vapid soils.     

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yet another enigmatic piece of poetry!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Fantastic write James.....how I wish my father knew about poetry and could mentor me like yours does. Wondrous.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi James, fantasic opening stanza! It is another of your intellegent and emotive poems but you allow it to become cloyed and turgid by elongating it for the sake of words and verse.
Second staza remove 'the' before gust. Third stanza remove 'to' before grow.
Followed by 'But torrents of emotions have run dry'
Next stanza 'It is long since rains did cry'
Next stanza: 'And beg the clouds to sorrow send?'
last stanza 'Of harvesting anguished and vapid soils.
Power to you!




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