No hesitation to break the silences,
to unite others with his verses, to
pierce sleep with the sharpened lance
of his reason, weaving his stanzas
and schemes into the warp and weft
of a marriage, with a single purpose ~
Peace. He tore at the knotted rhizome
and adventitious roots of hate and
despair, pressing on for the renewed
rootedness of hope and its fresh bright
blooms of honesty and courage, it was
his job to husband the survival of the
most refined proclivities of the heart
He planted his poems as seed in the
fertile ground of our best sensibilities
– Jamie Dedes
© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Illustration ~ The Bard by John Martin (1789-1854), English romantic painter and engraver, via Wikipedia and in the U.S. Public Domain.
JAMIE DEDES ~ My worldly tags are poet and writer. For the past five years I’ve blogged at The Poet by Day,the journey in poem, formerly titled Musing by Moonlight. Through the gift of poetry (mine and that of others), I enter sacred space.
Ah yes! Planting the seed. Wonderfully may it be watered.
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Indeed…we plant the seeds as all poets have done for centuries.
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This is so good. I revel in the juncture of poetry and art.Thanks for posting, Jamie.
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Lovely, Jamie. When our hearts are soaring, or just sore, and we haven’t the words to express it, we turn to the poets who have said it so well. A seed, yes, and medicine for the heart.
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