the culling out

Posted on February 7, 2012 | 2 Comments

I am wheat, I am straw.
Music winnow, winnow me.
Toss up the chaff, but leave the grain.
Smash my indifference.  Crush my conceit.
Mix me.  Knead me, with fingers dripping sweet.
Bake me in the kiln of searing love.
Devour me, like bread, with passion’s crimson mouth.
Music, music winnow me,
for I am wheat, I am straw.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

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2 Responses to the culling out

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | February 8, 2012 at 12:46 am |

    I love this – great images and metaphor!

  2. Greg D | February 8, 2012 at 8:20 am |

    Thanks, Betty – and I really appreciate your listing my blog on yours as worthy of perusal.

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