Still, Life Poem by Kevin Moore

I write my heart still, life mocks love’s toil-
(perhaps this ground was hardened long ago)
these seeds calloused dreams on fallow soil.

There was a time I wrote in spite of toll,
breathing hope into my waking dreams and
still, life mocked love- made my writing, toil.

I penned homage, sonnet, free verse and ode
hoping life would grow where none had, before;
dreams- untended- died in fallow soil.

Should I surrender, then, as love’s foil?
Nay! For what I offer is my heart! Still,
life may mock and make my writing toil,

Yet will I write and hope and pen my soul
(there is no turning back from what I am) ,
sowing calloused dreams in fallow soil,

Ever hoping, ever dreaming, ever
honing my craft- never learning regret…
I write my heart- though life mock love’s toil-
never seeding dreams in fallow soil.