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A Farmer's Trinity

By Toad

21 May 2007

My night is a fire,

my day is a dream.

In my respites from darkness,

I dream of my changes.

My mind, my beautiful mind,

will dig into itself and turn up

bulbs of flowers,

and earthworms to nurse them.

My mind will shine.

Everyone will see it,

but I won’t be watching them watch.

I’ll be watching them breathe,

I’ll be watching them tick,

I’ll be listening to their hearts beat,

Seeing their hairs grow,

feeling their thoughts.

My body, my beautiful body,

will rise and arch,

tall and broad,

lean and strong.

Anyone would submit to it,

but I won’t be aggressing.

I’ll be plowing my land,

I’ll be fishing my river,

I’ll be loving my wife.

My muscles will carry my bones,

my back will carry my load,

my frame will be my shelter.

My soul, my glorious soul,

it will bring me to my knees,

it will bring me to peace.

I will sit, and it will douse my flames.

Anyone would envy it,

but I won’t be harboring pride.

I’ll be shining a light,

I’ll be walking a path.

I will breathe without trying,

I will feel without wanting,

I will think without speaking.

I will speak without doubt.

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Written by stevetroster (1601 comments posted) 21st May 2007

Personally I like this, however we must wait and see what the 'poets' make of it!

Best wishes
Steve.

Your challenge is massive,
and your tools are few.
However, at your command,
pregnant with promise,
is your mind, your body, your soul,
and your pen.
(or perhaps keyboard!)

well
Written by fellpony (1749 comments posted) 21st May 2007

that's probably the end of anyone reviewing this publicly, Toad.

I will send you a PM shortly.

Written by stevetroster (1601 comments posted) 21st May 2007

Written by Fledermaus (3506 comments posted) 21st May 2007

Hm... Not to sure what to make of this either. Mind, body and soul, that's the trinity I presume, and there are some interesting images in this poem, but for me it's a bit too unclear what the exact message is.

I, as a city-dweller don't quite understand it...

Written by Toad (107 comments posted) 21st May 2007

The title was an afterthought, perhaps ill-chosen. It was simply intended to be a poem about optimism and the excitement of self-improvement. Not a succesful piece, I suppose, but it felt good to write and I think can be improved a bit with some revising and tweaking. Thanks to all for the input.

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