Maize

a poem to a nurturing friend

Now

I am quietness

Growing, curled up, in secret

Your fertile soil and warming sun

Insulated, Nourished.

Gently coaxing me to life

Until one sun-filled morning

I emerge in tune with creation

And joyous.

Reviews

[jeannemarie coulter]

i drove between fields of corn a few days back exploring the farmlands around my new home, reading this i find myself there exalting once again the force with which life explodes both from earth and from flesh...a fine penning...

[sandpiper66]

Thank you so much.

[Barrett]

I love the senses that wash over me while reading this poem...I can feel the sun warming up my skin

[sandpiper66]

thanks for reading and telling me how it affected you. It means so much.

[E.L. Debbage]

This describes a good friend perfectly! I love the running metaphor and he language, the shortness of the poem implies that a good friend can get you back on your feet with new found hope in no time, which is very true.
Ellen :-)

[sandpiper66]

Thank you. You are right. It was written for a dear friend of mine.