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Planting Season

04 Sep

The approach was subtle
There was no other way
He knew the walk and the talk
The language that comes with the season

Planting on virgin land, you need a plan
If there was grass, it has to cleared
The earth had to be properly tilled
If the land was dry, it has to be watered

His approach was subtle
There was no other way
He ran his hand over the land, clean shaven
He dipped his finger into the earth, moist

The earth was ready, it was now
Whspers of supplication had brought the rains
Not too wet that it was soggy and free
He felt like the first to do planting here

Maybe when he plants with love
The seed would grow and become a tree
That would in turn bring forth its own fruit
And do a planting in its own season

He lowered himself and went in
Man and earth became as one
Digging in and pulling out
The earth swallowing, and vomitting halfway

And as he rose finally from the land
The mounds heaving clearly in his sight
The smile of satisfaction she gave
Was a clear testimony, he could plant again.

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20 Comments

Posted by on September 4, 2013 in Poetry

 

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20 responses to “Planting Season

  1. anthony ndubisi okonji

    September 4, 2013 at 4:18 am

    Direct to the point my dear. No romance.

     
    • tianasagoh

      September 4, 2013 at 5:33 am

      ‘He ran his hand over the land, clean shaven. He dipped his finger into the earth, moist.’
      What more confirmation does he need to plant?

       
      • anagail

        September 4, 2013 at 5:51 am

        None. LOL

         
    • anagail

      September 4, 2013 at 12:58 pm

      Thank you sir.

       
  2. tianasagoh

    September 4, 2013 at 5:29 am

    Very sexual.

     
    • anagail

      September 4, 2013 at 5:50 am

      Thats the general idea :p

       
  3. famuyideolawale

    September 4, 2013 at 7:48 am

    WOW!!! Genius! Here you have it, patience and passion. ” Man and earth became as one” «—The secret of productivity.

     
  4. Aykzella

    September 4, 2013 at 9:12 am

    I thought I was reading Harlequin… *mounds heaving! Hahahaha

     
    • anagail

      September 4, 2013 at 9:17 am

      LOL. Er… 😐

       
  5. highlandblue

    September 4, 2013 at 9:28 am

    Heyyy heyyyyy

     
  6. tosin_lua

    September 4, 2013 at 1:13 pm

    I Love You Anabagail!!!!!!! The End. If I ever get to meet you, I will have you sign an autograph for me. 🙂

     
    • anagail

      September 4, 2013 at 1:27 pm

      Sign an autograph? That’s like the ‘awesomest’ thing I’ve heard today. My head is ‘bigging”. Thank you 🙂

       
  7. Esta

    September 4, 2013 at 7:42 pm

    God 🙂

     
    • anagail

      September 4, 2013 at 8:00 pm

      Do you mean ‘good’? LOL

       
  8. Olufunmi

    September 5, 2013 at 9:23 am

    Babanla planter! That’s okay… 🙂

     
  9. adeizammh

    December 14, 2014 at 6:25 am

    It’s been over a year since I first read this poem, but time and again I find myself coming back to have yet another read…. lines woven in clear language, yet d metaphors can not be anything less than sublime.

     
    • anagail

      December 14, 2014 at 7:14 am

      Thank you. This kinda set the tone for my day 🙂

       

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