Elliott Rosenberg

Freshman - 770 Points (May day / Lima, peru)

Minnesota - Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

The echos of the heartland call me back,
to those fields of wild rice lining the horizon.
For they sway in the distance awaiting the harvest,
still in the silence of night.

Winter comes, hence the sheaves take a bow,
fading to darkness towards sleeping ground,
Lurking in the marsh they warm each other,
hugging the winds of change.

Spring may redeem the will of denial,
Which blossoms with fervor during the frost,
For man is formed in the foundry of fears,
Poured from the missisippi's tears.

Summer casts porosity of sense which kindles knowledge through its flames,
Leaving scars that give forth life,
On green pastures that will to rest.

Fall is here and thanksgiving near,
Yet I feel undressed,
For the cries of the prairie are bestowed upon me,
Relinquishing I from the quest.

Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance, flower, heaven, love, nature, peace, responsibility, snow, unity, water

Form: Ars Poetica


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote this poem at a Bob Dylan Concert in Washington DC. Inspired by the heartland of america that he so proudly sings about. My thoughts drift to Tom and his son TJ back in Minnesota who plays with little matchbox cars shielded from the realities of life.
And so I wrote November 20th,2012...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015



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