“I feel my failure intensely
as if it were a vital organ”

~ Harrison
from Vows

A farmer ought to know

seed time and harvest 

good crop from bad

A farmer also ought to fathom

7 years of plenty 


7 years of famine

So when pestilence arrives

and the harvest fails

and the crop turn to rot 

and the straw man pales

Then the sleepless nights

begin to fill ashtrays

and vital organs fill with pain

I never trained to be a farmer

-I just planted the seeds I thought 

looked best

©Vivian Zems

In response to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason Poetry– Day 3

Poetry Pantry #405