The Seeds to Sew

The Seeds to Sew
The Seeds to Sew

When the wind turned,
so did the day, so did life in disarray,
and I wonder if so attuned is life
to swoon at our every strife,
our clouded grey thoughts in play.

I peruse a clear and mild day,
sun warm and nurturing,
as so am I in mood to vie for more,
restore the doubts I had and watch
my heart enact that open azure sky.

Are we in thought and action so aligned
to bare each others ups and downs,
profound the way refection just mirrors
our feelings back and forth, or am I just
conceiving a drama I alone create?

Do I reflect Mother’s mood,
dreary days and solemn, sunny days
and spry I become, just because the sky,
or is it my thoughts of glum
bring on those brooding clouds,
and my smile clears an eternal blue?

Sensitive souls you and I,
reading each other’s faces, and in hearts response,
attesting the assonance of our plight,
as we twist and turn within the light,
enriching possibility with endless hues and sight.

Perhaps we are friends
and feel each others plight,
in empathy we slight ourselves to feel,
and follow in the pathways of each day,
designed separately yet attuned.

Or is this another flighted fancy,
I think too much, read too much to know,
that everything is connected,
each thought each weather change abetted
to reveal a truth profound and new?

I sit and watch raindrops fall down my window,
their trace like river lines accosting drops
and racing down the pane,
and who will win, at what cost their pain,
life or death or a joyful refrain
attests their very being.

Who am I to know,
I just create the weather, the seeds to sew?

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “The Seeds to Sew

  • July 19, 2018 at 7:53 AM

    It’s always amazed me Tony, how the weather has affect on peoples souls. Rain and storms especially bring out the longing of refrain. Just wanting to sit, watch and listen to it’s magnificent force. Then the lightning strikes to add to the splendor. My moods swing with weathers decisiveness, knowing I have no control of it, for mother nature is the dictator of our flow. The tide comes in and lifts us through various emotions, after all, we are compose of mostly water, atoms, bacteria and a little stardust thrown in for good measure. Indeed sir we are all connected to nature in some form or other. We come from the air we go back to it, dust to dust, ash to ash, but our souls go on, where I do not know, but I am hopeful to a better place than here., Well penned with deep insight and reflection. Bravo

    • July 19, 2018 at 7:06 PM

      Yes, we are all connected to the nature of all things, intimately, if we care to realize. so glad you appreciated my thoughts Vincent. Take care my friend.

  • July 19, 2018 at 2:37 PM

    I easily became immersed in this piece, Tony, because I often retreat to nature to restore my soul. Reading about the raindrops on the window delighted me, for I used to spend a lot of time watching the same and making up stories about each drop and its relation to the others, its journey, its beginning and end. Great work, dear poet. Take care.

  • July 19, 2018 at 7:08 PM

    Kindred souls Phyllis, we see so much more in the nature of life and all its possibilities and effects. So pleased you enjoyed the work dear friend. Take care.


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