When Poems Beget Poetry

“The day is done and all the fields lie fallow,

One thing is needful, one voice calls your name.”

From the Sonnet “Pilgrimage” for Kate Gross, by Malcolm Guite

Selection from “Parable and Paradox

Sometimes a poem rises up and words pour out after reading another writers’ work. Here’s what I was inspired to pen after reading the above lines in Malcolm Guite’s sonnet.

Harvest

What if, plowing, the farmer

should find finished

the fields, sheaves all in

and bewildered, be turned

towards home to hear,

“no more, no more?” Sowing

done, Earth’s floor is

Heaven’s now, seeds have

sprouted, bloomed, grown.

Every soul planted in

Heaven’s soil is gathered in.

Home.

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2 thoughts on “When Poems Beget Poetry

  1. You DO weave words together in magical ways, Jody. Both of your poems are beautiful! “Let things die” spoke to me in a way you may not have intended. Someone dear to our hearts just lost his job, but we are trusting God that out of the fertile soil of that experience, new possibilities will be birthed. Meanwhile, he has eternity knit into his heart; his ultimate security is not in a paycheck. He knows that here and now is transitory. Thank you for turning my perspective heavenward!

    1. Nancy, actually, I had something in mind that wasn’t exactly physical when I wrote this…more along the lines of what you intimated–it is good for some things to die, to usher us into the next season.
      So glad I posted these little poems. Thank you, friend.

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