Hardpan Cornucopia


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    yummie yummie blackberries with a side of fig newtons please!

    Hardpan Cornucopia

    I had a fig tree in the back yard of a place I lived
    once... They will always remind me of a trying
    defining time, but it was only the beginning...
    some what latter as times grew harder, in another place

    the ground was unforgiving, full of rocks and clay
    packed nearly as hard as rocks... the times we struggled through
    made the soil look soft, but despite the hard pan

    wild black berries sprang up with a violent passion
    to live... the briers tore at your skin if only to tell you
    they were alive, but there was no need

    the succulent plump berries spoke for themselves...
    since then I have been infected with the
    unyielding desire to live from the blackberry.

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    SavVySam commented on Hardpan Cornucopia


    This is a great poem! I like the imagery used in visual comparison! Very Nice!

    RHPeat commented on Hardpan Cornucopia


    Hey What I tell you. It's a hell of a poem. It made a great comment too. I like the form you put to it as well. It reads smoother with the stanza and line breaks. Causing the pauses in the mind as you read to snatch a bit of the depth for deeper concern. Like it. A poet friend RH Peat

    icu2 commented on Hardpan Cornucopia


    Michael, this is a wonderful poem that makes one feel the dearth of good things in a young life. The other side of this visual is hope, and joy in the small things, as is related by the writer of this poem. I have to say I love it and will be adding it to my favorites.



    thank you that is berry kind of you. Please don't mind the pun, it is more of a typo gone funny. I don't think anyone else has told me that a poem of mine was in their favorites.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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