"Harvest Rest," by George Cole‘Greening Fields’ by Carole Mertz The Society September 23, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 11 Comments Today I may dream of stubbled fields shriveled foretelling of future prospects grim. If tomorrow’s dreams are green, is it a given I’ll have silos filled to the brim? Whether fields are bearing or fallow each day’s work brings forth its yield, success evolving securely tomorrow by the greater effort today I wield. In my dream the slopes were shallow, windswept and covered with a kind of cloth, surface nutrients protected there, shielded against my erring sloth. I may have gain of whatever kind depending on the effort made. My fields will in their greening shine or else lie dormant in the shade. Carole Mertz, a professional musician, turned to writing ten years ago. She has recent poems at Indiana Voice Journal, Rockford Review, Kind of a Hurricane Press, Pyrokinection, The Write Place at the Write Time, and in forthcoming anthologies. Her poems won several Wilda Morris Poetry Challenges in 2015. Carole resides with her husband in Parma, OH. Related Post ‘‘Til We Forgot: A Lament on Recovery’ by Amy F... “. . . lest when thou hast eaten and art full . . . then thine heart be lifted up, and thou forget the Lord thy God, which brought thee forth out of... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 11 Responses Jenny Sturgill September 23, 2016 Enjoyed this poem very much. I found it uplifting and insightful. Truly a delight filled with all our hopes. I will read it over and over again. Carol Mertz is a sure master of words. I always enjoy her work. Reply Carole Mertz September 25, 2016 Thank you, Jenny. I’m so glad you liked the poem. Reply Carol Smallwood September 24, 2016 What a lot of memorable lines! I’m looking forward to more inspirational greening and yield, Carole. Reply Carole Mertz September 25, 2016 Thank you, Carol, for your encouragement for more greening and yield. It was my grandfather’s work ethic that entered this poem. I appreciate your comment. Reply Deborah Baker September 24, 2016 Lyrical and evocative. The poem prompts the reader to consider the interior as well as the exterior landscape. Reply Carole Mertz September 25, 2016 Nice of you to comment, Deborah. I appreciated your reading of the exterior and interior landscape. Thank you. Reply Frances September 25, 2016 Congratulations Carole. A truly lovely poem. Frances Reply Carole Mertz September 25, 2016 Frances, thank you for reading and commenting on the poem. I liked the image Mr Mantyk attached to the poem. Reply Nancy Boileau September 25, 2016 Ah yes, the ever-present struggle of effort cheek by jowl with sloth. This is an outstanding poem! Reply Carole Mertz September 25, 2016 Thank you, Nancy, for reading and sending a comment. Effort vs. “sloth” is an ongoing struggle for one such as I who prefer green fields to stubble. (smile). Reply Barb January 2, 2017 I like the thought that “I may have gain of whatever kind depending on the effort made” This made me think that sometimes we make the effort but nature has something to say about the harvest too. It does not just depend on our effort. So to the shriveled harvest, we gain perseverance for our effort. Each type of harvest brings it’s own kind of gain. A great poem on vocation. We reap; we harvest. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.