I’ve been experimenting with poetry recently … you know, the kind that actually follows some kind of pattern. My conclusion is that rhyme schemes are harder than they look.
This doesn’t have a title, but here you go:
Warm and generous, like the sun
Always giving, ever feeding
The hungers of a world still young
And green and grasping, ever needing–
Roots that seek and sink down deep
Branches stretched like fingers reaching
To soak up light and drag it down
To hungry hearts that never sleep
And souls forever starving, leeching
Life from air and light and ground.
Soak it up and drag it down
To feed this aching, yawning dark
This ravenous, this hungry ground
This open, empty, grasping heart
I take and take, and still I yearn
To know how fulness feels and see
The Giver smile, and hear him bless
The soil with warmth and peace, to learn
To rest in generosity
And full, at last know happiness.
But though he ever gives, yet still
Hungrier I am, it seems
With pits and depths and cores to fill
I am earth, I live, I need.
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