Hay Bales: A Poem

Warm secrets
Resting in my ear,
I roll them tight
Like a hay bale
And store in the richest
Compartment of my heart –
Labeled in evermore,
Even when I felt
The off-beat of yours.

Unmasked truth
In the wild movements and
Subtle flinches as you
Move through life.
Exposed tidbits
Of all the things you
Try to hide,
I roll them tight
Like a hay bale
And store in the richest
Compartment of my heart –
Labeled in evermore,
Even when I felt
The off-beat in yours.

Stories once buried
Found a place in the present
Before we turned our backs to them
Once more.
Remembered yet forgotten,
I roll them tight
Like a hay bale
And store in the richest
Compartment of my heart –
Labeled in evermore,
Even when I felt
The off-beat in yours.


2 thoughts on “Hay Bales: A Poem | Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month

  1. “I roll them tight, like a hay bale” – gorgeous words together. I love the rhythm and repetition of this piece. It works very well, for me. Well done.

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    1. Thank you, Maz. This poem took many revisions and I love the result! Living in Pennsylvania amongst much farmland, the sight of hay bales are never far behind. Thanks for reading!

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