Calling

A little piece I have arranged as a coping strategy, a temporary escape from my turmoil. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Harvest my infertile soul, engrave your name in its empty branches

Empty its seedless tree, restrict its hope for slow dances.

Leave its appetite for bitter coffee and pour milk into its mug;

Punish it for rejecting compost, for refusing to fill your jug.

Merry love, merry compassion, merry kindness!

Elope with my essence, free me from this severe blindness.

                           

Author's Note

This is the first composition I was confident enough to post so, excuse any rookie errors.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

i find this very spiritual indeed
Harvest my infertile soul, engrave your name in its empty branches "
Love that line so much
Im a Christian so that means so much to me
beautiful poem

[Somnum]

Thank you so much for the kind review. I am happy my poem managed to reach for your faith and even more, for your spirit. :)