Wild Wheat

Wild Wheat

A Poem by Rikkevi Rue
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Rumination on the challenge of sharing the beauty we conceive with others

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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 Rue


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Added on June 19, 2024
Last Updated on June 19, 2024
Tags: beauty, nature, creation, loneliness

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Rikkevi Rue
Rikkevi Rue

euphorica, CA



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