Pain Grows Well In This Soil - Prose
51The rows were plowed once again
Sowing the seeds of bitterness
The tears dug deep this time
They forgot about tenderness
I let it happen
The fields awaited
A meadow
A mountain
Death
Heartache
It’s all the same
What is meant to be
Is meant to be
And what will die
And what will grow
Will soon depart
As always
And another tear
Will dig deeper than before
Because pain
Grows well in this soil
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Well done!
Wonderful...awesome poem...love the line...Because pain grows well in this soul....voted way up..debbie
Simply awesome. Beautifully done, thank you for sharing.
@senoritaa - Thank you! I guess I was thinking we have different problems but we're still here and all share a common fate....
@duffsmom - Thank you!
@Deborah - Thank you again! I guess I thought of tears plowing a field over and over in each season of pain... why would it continue to plow if there wasn't fruit to bear?
@pmccray - Thank you!
very nice, Mark. I like this!
Senoritaa Level 6 Commenter 3 months ago
These lines bring out the true essence of the poem:
A meadow
A mountain
Death
Heartache
It’s all the same
Great job again.