Granger's Prayer

Let me break the hard soil

Of the wild prairie of my mind

Let patience be my plough

Let sufferance saturate my

Soul like steady spring rains

Let me plant new, hopeful seeds

Into the hollows of my black heart

Where once flowers bloomed

And withered and died, where

Memories of bygone pleasures

Slowly fade like old photographs

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem is beautiful, on the face of it. I try not to interpret things politically, but I can't help but to be reminded that the midwest, the prairie states, these are somehow tainted now with the stain of being "Trump country" and so we forget that these people live & breathe & love their land just as the rest of us do. There was a time when the gritty-romantic scene you describe was the backbone of American lore, but now it's looked down upon a bit, I would venture to say (((HUGS)))

[Laz K.]

I understand what you're saying, but there is nothing political here, I can assure you. However, it's interesting how certain symbols can pick up a negative connotation due to the shifting winds in society.

[Chris Shaw]

Came back for a second read. Your lines are incredibly heartfelt. Broken spirit comes to mind. Healing is not easy in those curcumstances, takes much time. Time, can soften. I felt the suffering here in this beautiful prayer.

Chris

[Hayllie]

This is such a beautiful piece."Let sufferance saturate my Soul like steady spring rains Let me plant new, hopeful seeds Into the hollows of my black heart". The heart is a beautiful thing, but when it's broken it's the hardest to heal

[Laz K.]

Yes, well said.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong words shared my friend.
"Let me plant new, hopeful seeds
Into the hollows of my black heart
Where once flowers bloomed"
The above are solid Laz. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Laz.

[Dave Brown]

If you are suffering, you have my sympathy
The heart can be a difficult thing to deal with at times

[Laz K.]

Thanks.
Things end, things begin, and so on...
:)

[Marina]

I am sure with plenty of ploughing patience those fields of sufferance, watered by tears of mourning, will again bloom with the fruits of your labour. Let the withered past fade and tame the wild that is the future. 💛

[Laz K.]

Good piece of advice! Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful prayer and wonderful metaphor. I hope that hurt heart in all its blackness heals and the new flowers bring fresh joy in all their scented colour. A most moving poem of lost love. A very touching write with gorgeous poetic expression and imagery. Well done.

Chris

[Laz K.]

Thank you. Your words are very much appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Laz! :)
I hope the new flowers bloom vibrantly. From reading this lovely poetry, I can see the soil is fertile. Thanks for sharing.

[Laz K.]

I hope so, too! Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Such sad metaphor, but powerfully expresses the loss.
As I age I have many more flowers wither and die as in your poem.
Memories do fade like old photographs that I too often look at with heavy heart but half a smile.
j.

[Laz K.]

Thank you, j, for your thoughts.

I have been stuck in a rut for so long grieving the loss of something that meant the world to me. But, it has to end if life is to continue. It takes a lot of patience and the acceptance of what is. This poem is meant to mark the first step on the road of self-rediscovery. Maybe one day I can also look back at my fading memories and crack half a smile. :)

Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment.