Young Seeds

[JoelJosol]

With backpack on his shoulders he's ready

to leave this view of wide open paddies,

brightly green and golden from reflections

of sunlight from each basin.

 

She often walks with him in these fields,

their small talk he collects in his head

like water settling in the paddies,

as if to ensure high yield of recall for her.

 

But whatever his eyes see in hers,

or whatever she sows in his heart,

it is not enough for promises to be made.

Both are seedlings buried under water.

[tonyv]

This one's tight, Joel. It opens with agricultural imagery and ends with the seedling metaphor.

 

I like your reference to the small talk he collects in his head. I've seen you employ this trope in your verse before, and I find it quite effective on a personal level. Yea, I do that, too ...

 

One question: should bag pack be backpack? Thanks for sharing this poem ...

 

Tony

[JoelJosol]

Thanks for the catch, Tony. I corrected it.