Parable
Passing
by, I know you spied upon
My
barren field, potential even I
Was
unaware lay there. But from your heart
You
cast one precious golden seed, watered
With
your tear, one hope, that this could all be
So.
From deep within my being, asleep,
The
giant woke, full knowing, love had come.
Patience
made you wait that seed’s quickening.
That
which you gave lives on this day, alive,
Returning
dividends; For never shall
I
be again the man I was back then.
Without
this, a man lies crumpled on
Dusty
ochre banks, but to know one thing,
A
Woman’s love, gives him grace to stand tall.
David
Palmer makes his home in Renton, Washington, just outside Seattle. As a
former minister, and avid reader, he is a lover of poetry and has written 88
sonnets, mostly for the delight of his friends. He currently works for
Bloodworks Northwest in Bellevue, Washington, a blood center supplying whole
blood, platelets and plasma for transfusion to patients in hospitals in Alaska,
Washington, and Oregon.
Dear David,
ReplyDeleteLike the music of "Parable" especially the way you create sounds using interlinear rhyme. Your message of change is poignant.
Thank you.
Michael
Thank you so very much, Michael my friend. When I read this aloud to my daughter, she did not realize at first it was free verse because her ear picked up on the rhymes.
DeleteNice write, David. I enjoyed "Parable." Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thank you so very much, my friend. All the best to you.
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