Sara Kendrick Poet Italian Sonnet

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Asparagus

Asparagus shoots, tender, and green~ killed
By late winter's artic blast and hoar's frost
All that intensive work, tossed aside, lost
The natural world rode in so skilled
Though maybe there are some shoots like love's thrill
In poor soil, lies quietly hidden tossed
Like an uncultivated field with plow uncrossed
Once worked, planted its destiny fulfilled

Those darkened stems once contained hope 
The promise everlasting that slowly faded
One hug, one kiss would be the saving grace
Stir asparagus, send up telescopes
Withered heart~ beat once again unaided
Fern fill the plate and flower vase 

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Jack Horne September 16, 2018 at 1:00 PM a cleverly written piece, my friend

Charlie Smith March 13, 2018 at 10:58 AM A great metaphor Sara, well done... Sara Kendrick March 15, 2018 at 10:30 AM Charlie, Thanks for the kind review of my work. Your comments are appreciated. Dependable asparagus we hope just started the plants this will be two years ago., Not suppose harvest until the third year. Sara

Ravi Sathasivam March 13, 2018 at 7:49 AM Excellent. Well penned. Thanks for sharing it. Sara Kendrick March 15, 2018 at 10:29 AM Ravi, Thanks for the visit to my page. I appreciate your continued support by reading my work. Sara

Craig Cornish March 12, 2018 at 12:02 PM Nicely done Sara, the rhyme works well now and I like your message as well. Sara Kendrick March 12, 2018 at 2:02 PM Craig, Thanks for dropping by and taking a second look. Sara

Craig Cornish March 11, 2018 at 1:53 PM A clever metaphor for love Sara, the analogy fits well! Sara Kendrick March 11, 2018 at 5:44 PM Thanks for dropping by Craig. Here's hoping spring with edible ferns grow. Sara