Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Seeds Of Doubt


Every time you ask me
another weed takes sprout
Evil whispers in your ear
casting seeds of doubt

Careful now be my dear
don't be living in your doubts
Watering a garden green
full of useless sprouts

A wind blows cold
across your heart
From glaciered mouths
of love so stark

To wedge away
they have made you dark
For inside they attack
your sense of sacred ark

And nourished in your heart
only out come famished thoughts
And once the trickle starts
watch a raging river wrought

So my love take the time
to heed and weed, not be bought
Cast out before the wind
has time to set, and suffice your thought

Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 19, 2012

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  • Valsa George (12/14/2012 6:02:00 AM)

    A lovely poem on the irrational doubts, we all happen to fall into! Perfect rhyme with uninterrupted flow! ! 'Weeding and seeding', nice imagery! ! (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (12/9/2012 2:30:00 AM)

    Loved this one.... we all sow our seeds of doubt, which can fester into major crumbly moments i think.....well i do often have been like it a while... am saving in the hope of lifting my spirit sometimes...tyvm karen (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (11/11/2012 5:53:00 PM)

    True. Once the seed of doubt takes hold, it's hard to uproot. So one must take preventive measures to guard the heart. (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (10/27/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    Words from the wise. Come and pull the weeds in my mind if they grow, gentle gardener. keep the cracks of my patio swept of fertile futility. X (Report) Reply

  • Dee Corpolongo (10/24/2012 10:09:00 AM)

    Excellent poem. And as you once said to me, cut the weeds down! Seems your garden has
    now sprouted weeds too.....definitely changes the view. Hope it all works out somehow. GL (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (10/22/2012 11:52:00 AM)

    Just beautiful, it sounds so tight so dearly to play in ears, seems like a sound from midnight voice trapped in my mind...very well done piece_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Nader Baheri (10/22/2012 11:40:00 AM)

    nice topic and subject u have chosen to write about.i completely agree.we have seen so many broken hearts just because of doubt.i really enjoyed
    muchas gracias for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Sara Fielder (10/19/2012 6:55:00 PM)

    An amazing masterpiece my friend, full of excellent imagery and words of wisdom. The garden being representative of thought. Very powerful. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (10/19/2012 9:58:00 AM)

    Doubt or not to doubt, that is the question
    Sprouts, they give me indigestion!
    Good one Thomas. (Report) Reply

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