The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - So he the father must chaff-out the wheat from the weed
So he the father must chaff-out the wheat from the weed
M A Heathcote
Hope bends over a yellow stalk of wheat,
Love shields these grains her seed, sowed, eyes
Corn poppies pearl-black the inset stars discreet,
Worm eaten Flowers, caste-up" a momentís prize!
The sparkling cross pollination of souls and minds
Of hearts cool, hot, tepid, passionate, tears assigned:
These arenít the sting, swollen, eruptions" she reminds.
Each bursting bloom a blood vessel, newly; entwined:
But gaze not blindly men at womenís true honest preserve
Itís Godís worn-out labour here on mother earth, cherished
The brashest of bees can dance and thrash their verve
And like the kneeling Sheppard raise all... the perished.
As the yolk of a flower is but a set, seed!
So he the father must chaff-out the wheat from the weed.