In A Field Of Imagination Poem by Bree Z Love

Planting in a field that I'd never seen.
But, WoW! My imagination digs deep.
Deep in a plowing with hands drenched; bleeding and loving.
In the World, I birth.
Substantial Frankincense and Myrrh.
I sow, today.
Running in a field with ownership appeal.
But towing comes with ropes
and burnt welts for rebuilding for living hope.
In the World of nurturing
essentials dispersed; thus hailed maturing.
Giving reciprocation produces a deliverance; foreseen manifestation
and and imaginations reaps a Word through high dedication.