Life sometimes grinds us
into submission, then we
rise as fresh loaves
And sometimes I just have to take a stab at a poem when it rises in my mind. This poem was seeded by the prompt of the word "Wheat" at One Single Impression. Please join them and read more.
18 comments:
Love your interpretation of the prompt - it has a visceral energy I can relate to right now!
Creative... I like the end result.
thoughtful poem. excellent.
i have one of these wheat sheafs, handmade by a nearby crafter, hanging on my kitchen wall and just this morning i was pondering it and its beauty. be well, suki
Don't you wonder how many times you have risen??? Ha. Neat poem, Lisa!!!
Lisa, this is just AWESOME!!! Love love love it!
love it.
rise with fresh loaves, wow.
Hi Lisa,
Simplistic writings always seem so difficult to me.
Excellent Lisa, well done.....please send me some of your inspiration :)
Perfect interpretation.
I love your poem.I wonder how many times in my 70 years I have risen again? ;-)
And thanks for the memories of when I used to bake bread. Loved watching it rise...like magic.
Wow. That is a gorgeous poem.
I once had a woven bit of wheat like that. You bring back some memories.
Very well written, Lisa. Life is tough, thank Goodness for fresh loaves.
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You have so much talent!
Not only are you an amazing painter but also a spot on writer.
I feel as if I have risen many many times.....
Sherry
That's an excellent way of putting it. Good one.
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Interpersonal relationships are bettered when one voluntarily submits sometime to the wishes of others!! Yes you do rise in stature in the eyes of others!! Well said!!
My OSI Post - Millstone is here
How true, which is not easy but when we say yes, everything is possible.
We need to pray for submission to God!
Wheat into bread. Indeed we are dough in Gods wonderful hands. Nice write.
Melanie
Well said; great images.
Chill bumps all over...So very powerful!!!!! :)
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