Sweet Corn

The human way

Seedlings of sweet corn grass
Sawed a thoußand around
sprouting their head
Looking clouds, rain and sun.

Spreading their roots
Drinking water and quenching thirst
Growing strong and vibrant
Spreading their leaves broader and longer.

Murmurs the song of life
Sometimes hot and sometimes cold
Sweet corn grass danced with wind
Insects and birds dancing around.

Season's passed, Sun is bright
Corn appeared, in between leaves
With bright color covered, wrapped and protected
Starts to ripe, overtime.

Older and older the grass gets
Satisfied, blooming flowers of joy
Steps of horror rushed suddenly
Cutting life from earth for ripening Sweet corn.

It's my little seeds, like your kids
For carrying existence of love
Until the earth exists
That you ate with greed of taste.









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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I especially like the last stanza of this tasty poem.
I just was in a streak of eating ears of sweet corn almost every day for three weeks. It was running so sweet and crisp.
I like the metaphor here...raising a family....plant the seeds and watch them grow.
j.