Thursday, December 8, 2016

Maize Series Poem 5 (1-11)

Multicoloured Maize

I drive myself on, through the night,
with only one minute per house,
remembering that to be meaningful
I need only breathe pure prayer.

Blue Maize

The media is driven,
and relentlessly new each day,
but the stories are gritty
and full of the harshness of real life.

Maple Tree Angel

I lift the curse over you
of the unrelenting menial nature
of hard work,
and of a heavy yoke.