Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Fertile Ground


Once a farmer
always a good sower
dropping of branches of the pines trees
there, was the seed!

how tiny and succulent was the fruit
from that tree
one ~ among ~
others, served between a cup of hot tea

that remain as an empty capsule
petrified inside the walls of the Great home Symbol

the fruits falling down
wasted on the ground
resisting at the wind and the well too
~ waiting ~
in a lent memory of nature

despair also exists
to lay claim her hands
even she, never asking for help
its the nature of brothers

and had a mother and father and some other people
crying there!
The seed getting rid

mirror of water
just a shallow intention
on that fertile ground!

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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