![]() Wild WheatA Poem by Rikkevi Rue![]() Rumination on the challenge of sharing the beauty we conceive with others![]() I breathed my heart into a yearning seed, both calm and sure of Nature's need, hoped a thing of beauty there would grow. Struggle - prove life's shoots of yearning, creation's flame - with constance burning, sure but slow. Rootlike growing, painful going deep below, creations slough, to raise my beauty high I’d wish. Bourne at last the fruits of Eden, pray not heathen, something dish. Not fairies, jinns, nor elves or daemons, rhymes or reasons, brought my rose. The fates were cast I must divine, forever mine, there wild wheat grows. Rikkevi Rue © 2013-2024 © 2024 Rikkevi RueAuthor's Note
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Added on June 19, 2024 Last Updated on June 19, 2024 Tags: beauty, nature, creation, loneliness Author![]() Rikkevi Rueeuphorica, CAAboutThe wave surged up from the depths and there cast upon the shore, tangled amongst the algae covered branches of some ancient deadfall, covered with rank seaweed rotting in the sun, the child saw a str.. more..Writing
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