Fertile Soil Poem by Tom Billsborough
Fertile Soil
Pale Dawn is fallow.
In silent soil the poem grows
Dreams of tomorrow.
So true... It is only in silence that a poem grows, blooms and bears fruit! In stillness the mind becomes fecund and imagination takes on wings and flies! Beautifully summed up the most congenial environs for the birth of a poem! Top marks!
Yes, in those silent moments you can find clarity. I'm a Dawn riser and when in the Tirol many years ago I'd go out early and everything was so still. The only sound I heard was the tinkling of cow bells coming from the misty pastures.
Tom this is so right on! In silent soil the poem grows- - - - - - - -sending its roots deep and its stem straight and tall into the light This is an extraordinary piece of work- -succinct yet very evocative of the creativity of writing and the season and the heart and soul. Very much on my fav list.
I am in Senryu training, Susan. Wes is lining up a challenge soon. He's doing the limericks, of course! I made one of your poems a favourite today. So I declare it a draw! I think you and Pam and Valsa are my three musketeers!
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So much said in so few words, makes the imagination live. Anna.
I'm the opposite in prose, an old windbag!