Harvesting. Poem with digital art by the author
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Dear friends of the Steemit platform have a happy day, a special hug to my fellow members of the Dream Steem. Sowing, man has always searched for ways to create life through sowing, the seed, the fruit, all in a quest to maintain life, the sweet taste of ripe fruit, the greenness of the ear of corn, which bends before the sun, the perennial song to move forward inspires, the harvest awaits.
Everything vibrates, the sky, the sea, the owl, the church, the sun, the wind.
the wind, there the clarity of the sun flickers to the swaying of a screaming madman:
the face looks at the vertex of light,
the hill of night turns to see me,
the haggard load of cedar mist,
hangs from the sky, shedding: heliotropes,
in the white tunic noon that pours wine and gall,
harvest time of wheat seed, milk and honey!
At the edge of the stone rivers buzz, the blue bees
on the red horizon, the sun points its silver rifles,
the skeletons of the old trees whip the last shots of the breeze.
At the edge of the air, the last soldier of hidden wars will live,
a fence of thorns lulls my song, the last song gives the meager harvest.
Thank you very much for stopping by to see and read my post.
The drawings illustrating this poem were made by the author.
Antonio Evies, April 2024
Title: | Sowing |
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Technique: | digital art with photoshop portable |
Author: | Antonio Evies |
Measures: | 1778 by 2133 pixels. 120 DPI |
Year: | April 2024 |
Location: | Barquisimeto. Venezuela |
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