This Poem was Submitted By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-07-09 00:40:03 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Harvest

Now is the time to cast our minds backward to see what feeds us and now is the time to look forward and chart our journey to fill ourselves with silence and stone I’ll find there both ripeness and rot like gardens of my soul What I have done and undone what I must let go in my waning days and what I must take in for doleful nights With the last apple tree we harvest the fruit of our lives

Copyright © July 2012 cheyenne smyth


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-08-03 21:30:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
You characterize the Harvest well. As with my contribution this month, such as it is, I understand the evaluation that occurs for life, for the cultivation, and ultimately the harvest. You took a far more complex topic and brought it into line with everyday feelings. I wouldn’t call it light, more simplified. The fruit of our lives is certainly the only measuring stick for our legacy; even if a deity and religion are involved. Those standards are set by the condition of our soul. You have made that very clear in this piece. I recall –doleful nights- but I think in your setting here you refer to thoughts of leaving. Thinking of the –harvest-, particularly if it is found lacking, will cull the thoughts to just such adjudication. I enjoyed the piece very much.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-07-14 17:29:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
OOO Cheyenne this is awesome. It has that profound ending that makes the whole thing enjoyable. After I got to the last line, and I was filled with delight-I went back to the beginning and let it all soak in again. It is rich with pictures and original thoughts. to fill ourselves with silence and stone << yes! good lead into the melencholy of doleful nights and the last harvest. The 'apple tree' is cool too-instead of a pear tree or whatever, you picked the sacred apple. Awesome again. May the 'fruit of your life' come back to your garden with all good pleasures! ~smiles to ya~~ Ellen
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2012-07-09 06:53:40
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Talk about "ying and yang", you've covered both poles to their opposition. Life, it's beginning--it's ending...so much to contemplate. This one requires reading several times and then to be read again in order to glean where you are going with it. Somehow, I had the feeling that it is a work unfinished--perhaps it is the referrence to things in life that have yet to be done. Interesting. Lora
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