Penny for thoughts? mine's worth more,
Why begrudge with such tiny offering,
As done in yon ancient yore,
Darnel and wheat a harvest to gather,
Of toil and endurance mine's worth more,
Life we know from struggle and reward,
Sets to slumber and to snore,
When the harvest moon alights every sky,
With dreams and legends and fervent lore,
Dreamer and doctor fisher and farmer
Field a plenty, mine's worth more.
© gillena cox 2024
Such an interesting poem, Gillena. You're definitely worth more! 💙
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Merril
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A pensive harvest fold, Gillena, with a bit of a calypso rhythm. I enjoyed these lines especially:
ReplyDelete‘When the harvest moon alights every sky,
With dreams and legends and fervent lore,
Dreamer and doctor fisher and farmer
Field a plenty, mine's worth more.’
Thank you for your appreciation Kim
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You capture the autumn so well... (both direct as a season and as a metaphor for life itself)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Björn
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I read and enjoyed Gillena — thank you. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Gillena the repetition makes it feel like a song that's being sung.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of "mine's worth more" reads like a riddle and a promise. Lovely, Gillena!
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