Turbulent times
Feel like restless crimes
A storm is coming
The moving wind chimes
Test my patience
I am waiting for a tide turn
My soul is worn
No crops lasting
Maybe except for the corn
Thank goodness for that
Life give me liberty and grace
I miss my deceased loved oneโs face
His divine wisdom is accurate
Even when my love I displace
He is standing there with fresh maize
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Interesting parable between corn surviving and life!
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Beautiful poem, Carly and for sure he is waiting with fresh corn.
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beautiful Carly, the golden corn and the radiance from your loved ones face seem so symbolic to me
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wow that was incredible. I love that wind chimes can inspire all types of emotion with their haunting sounds. keep writing https://noelliesplace.com/2018/09/26/wind-chimes/
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