Rosemarie at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word wheat, or any of its derivatives. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Wheat
“In the very end of harvest, scarcity and want shall shun you; Cere’s blessing so is on you.” Ceres – ‘The Tempest’ Act 1V Scene 1 – William Shakespeare
The Very Fruit Mungo hummed a tune as he circled the paddock in steely revolutions, a sacrifice to the gods as the whirling blades cut swathe after swathe of golden denison, the very fruit of Ceres hips, sown broad in ripe April's arms detined to crust his lips with loaf and brew along that old Friday fertility rite, and Mungo hummed a tune. ©Paul Vincent Cannon Notes: Denison is a wheat strain used in parts of W.A. Ceres is the Roman goddess of the growth of food plants.
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Nice one. Earthy and ethereal.
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Thank you very much for sharing that.
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It is beautiful. We saw nothing but wheat for miles when traveling cross country from Colorado to Vermont.
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I find it amazing, I guess it’s that primal sense of nurture in nature’s sustaining gift.
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That and corn, Mike’s and miles😊
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Ah, corn is not so big here. Wheat, Barley and Canola, and then oats.
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You would think with all the wheat and corn we’d be able to have no one hungry
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And that has been shown to be true, we just refuse to share.
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I remember the first time I heard farmers throwing stuff out because they couldn’t sell it. I complained about it here and an answer was logistics. I don’t buy that.
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I don’t buy that either, it’s will and attitude in my books.
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Exactly. How much you actually care or don’t.
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Bingo
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Love it
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Thank you
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Wonderful words! I can picture myself running through that field
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Now that is a joy to hear, probably because I would too, it draws. Thank you so much Hannah.
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You are most welcome 🦋🌺
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🙂
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This is beautiful. There are similar folk songs which farmers sang during harvest time in India.
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There’s a real connect from ancient times with harvest and it seems logical to honour the gift. I wonder that we’re losing much of that wonder and gratitude? Thank you so much Rupali.
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Life in the country. 🍁🍂🌾
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Beautifully written!
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Very kind, thank you for that Lucy.
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You made cutting wheat in summer sunshine sound marvelous… another dandy poem. I was more attune to the grasshoppers jumping in my mouth while i was getting coated with dust.
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Ah yes, I remember the dust and the insects, I don’t consume anywhere near the volume of water I did then, nor itch at all 🙂 thank you so much for sharing Nathaniel.
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Does W.A. mean western Australia?
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It does indeed. I get that for some it would mean Washington?
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I would have hummed as well.
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🙂 yes, one might say, reaping and sowing.
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Such an evocative poem must resonate with anyone who’s been connected to country. Like when I bought my farm, sowing paddocks by hand, going a bit feral. Singing ‘oats and beans and barley grow’ for hours on end. Learned that from my Mum, half a century before. Also that the very first word of recorded poetry is ‘sing’. Homer – however you define him – calling on the muse. So many interrelated cycles.
Thanks for this, true art. It’s given me a lot to think about.
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Thank you for the wonderful feedback Max, you clearly have those memories yourself in your experiences, so amazing aren’t they? Yes, Homer, wonderful stuff as you say. Very much appreciate your response.
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Ah, I hear the humming now! Beautiful write.
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Beverly, thank you for the response, appreciate it very much.
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I like sensory/sensual imagery, very life-affirming.
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Yes, for me too, the juice of life. Thank you for sharing your feelings.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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WELL-DONE!
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I thank you indeed, great response.
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Thank you so much Jonathan.
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ORT-ORT-!
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🙂
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A very satisfying read!
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Many thanks Chris, I’m glad it was so.
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affirming rituals don’t really change … life and brew!
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Indeed, ancient baccanale 🙂
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I love the way the farmer has to plan… to see the harvest in the grain he feeds to the earth in April
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I miss that part of it, very earthy, a literal experience, rich and meaningful. Many thanks Bjorn.
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Oh gosh this is absolutely gorgeous! 💝💝
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Thank you so much for sharing that Sanaarizvi, much appreciated.
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there is something enchanting in this picture you painted so well with words. the Ceres hips is genius.
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Thank you for those encouraging words, so glad you liked this.
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Such words! You are a wordsmith
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That is very kind, thank you so much.
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Great poem
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Thank you
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This lovely poem makes me feel connected to the earth. When I was in high school, wheat grew in a farmer’s field behind our property. I loved watching the wind rippling the wheat! All the best! Cheryl
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Thank Cheryl, so nice to know how you connected with this, yes, such memories, thank you.
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