Rest Comments

I like the clock in here, tick-tocking away human fate, it's original. I had a wise grandmother who used to say, 'all we really get out of life's what we eat' and I never fully understood it when she used to say it. Now much older, I think I do. Of course she cooked only humble food in the most tasty way imaginable. She could turn a pan of white biscuits to ambrosia and a vat of pinto beans into small precious tidbits in liquid silk. Nobody to this day knows how she did that stuff, lol.

Rest from work, from wordly ties, from the uproar of life? Fantastic poem. Full of depth and wisdom. The poem is rich in imagery. Great write indeed. I give it 10/10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A farmer' on page 1.