A Harvest of Words

Words, language,
Voices, sounds
Crowd the open spaces
Vying for attention

See me!
Hear me!
Notice me!

p l e a s e


But it’s hard to hear
Through the crushing,
Bruising wordfall
Of humanity

Hard to breathe
Among spindly,
Yellow stalks
Shrouded in blue
Cigarette smoke,

Fed a constant
Drip,
Drip,
Drip of
Neon light from empty
Plastic plates heaped
With broken promises,

Whirlpool of seemingly
Endless waste,
Words stripped of meaning,

Famine of faith and
Time and space

Yet there are words

Other
Son-strong,
Oxygen-rich words
Anchored wide and deep

Growing steadily
Beyond the tangled
Choke of weeds

Well-pruned,
Thick-stemmed words
Heavily-laden with fruit


Succulent,
Tender,
Genuine,
Sweet

And very nearly ready
To harvest.

*This post is part of Christian Writers October Blog Chain on the topic “harvest.” Click the links in the sidebar at left for each writer’s offering. You’ll be glad you did!

Advertisements

45 Comments

Filed under Poetry

45 responses to “A Harvest of Words

  1. Wow. Nice. I like the placing of the pictures, they line up exactly with the poem.

    Like

  2. Yes, we are bombarded with words, blaring from TVs, radios, our computer screen. And, yes, sometimes for our words to grow into something worthwhile, to be harvested we must quiet the noise.

    Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

    Like

  3. There are times I wish I could go to my peaceful place to harvest my words when writing. Very nice poem.

    Like

  4. Beautiful, powerful words, Cindee. The photos enhance the message, but the message stands on its own. Well stated.

    Lord, may our words be part of the harvest and not part of the stubble left behind.

    Like

  5. You’ve done it again! Great post! You’re so obviously called into this!

    Like

  6. Jack Brown

    good poem well illustrated
    made me think of God’s Word
    ‘be still and know that I am God’
    biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig hug
    JayBee

    Like

  7. A joining of two opposites. In the first half you had me down in the dumps with you melancholy metaphors. The everything snaps around and closes on an upbeat note. Well Done!
    Peace and Blessings

    Like

  8. susie snider

    Beautiful pictures and a wonderful message!

    Like

  9. I come to you, Cindee, to learn about poetry. Every time I read something here I realize something I never considered before. This time, it was the structure that caught my eye. Poetry isn’t (necessarily) just arbitrary stanzas strung together. Like a well-told story, a good poem–and this is a GREAT poem–has a beginning, middle, and end.

    It’s the end that lingers with me here. As writers, we recognize the place you’re talking about . . . but it’s sometimes hard to find, isn’t it? Then there’s the timing element you mentioned. If they can be “very nearly ready” to harvest . . . could they ever grow overripe? Do they get squishy if you leave them too long? (My experience? Yes, they do.)

    See, Cindee? You always get me thinkin’. . . .

    Like

  10. Beautiful and striking as always…especially with the wonderful photos you took. From: Whirlpool of seemingly
    Endless waste,
    Words stripped of meaning,
    to: Sweet
    And very nearly ready
    To harvest.
    Finding that sweet spot of speech is my heart’s desire. Thank you, Cindee. Awesome!

    Like

  11. Cindee, I look forward to reading your poems every month, and once again you didn’t disappoint. You use words so thoughtfully – there is never a wasted or ill placed one among them. When oh when are you going to publish these?

    Like

  12. Emotional, powerful, deep

    Like

  13. Truly beautiful, Cindee. pictures as well as words. I particularly like the verse about succulent, genuine, sweet, and almost ready to harvest. Priceless.

    Like

  14. Oops, forgot to long in! Anyway, absolutely, beautiful.

    Like

  15. i know it sounds silly Cindee but i really found this to be very poetic and meaningful, the words really grabbed me and i always find your artwork/visuals right on the money! Thank you πŸ™‚

    Like

  16. michele

    Absolutely beautiful!

    Like

  17. Wonderful, Cindee. Words are living, aren’t they?

    Like

  18. With this move I am definitely part of the wanting to be noticed and accounted for as I feel so lost in the move.

    Like

    • Chris, my heart goes out to you. Moving is hard. We moved after nearly every child and after one of the middle moves, I too felt so lost — no roots, no friends, didn’t even know how to get to the grocery store. It took awhile, but I discovered we had wonderful, caring neighbors whom I was so sad to leave 21 months later. Thankfully, we’ve been in our current house long enough to put down roots and let them begin to sink deeply into our neighborhood and community. We’ve been here almost 13 years. Such a gift! I pray you will soon find friends and begin to sprout roots in your new home. Praying for you today!

      Like

  19. Sheila Deeth

    A lovely counter-point to the bombardment.

    Like

  20. Cindee–I just passed on to you the “One Lovely Blog” award. Go to my blog and copy the award to post on your site. Congratulations. http://fromcarolsquill.blogspot.com

    Like

  21. “Son-strong, Oxygen-rich words…”

    Thankful that when I am withered, His words refresh. Love your poetry.

    Like

  22. thank you so much for the welcome..God bless you..nice work here.

    Like

  23. I want your poetry book, Cindee…. Your way with words and rhythm is truly a blessing from On High.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s