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This is a selection from our archive of
,
each written by a member of the diaTribe, and published here on the
diaTribe Web by PM Productions. This is a bold move on the
part of our contributing authors, each of whom are publishing their
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Harvest
To harvest's promise, promises I make.
From soul-starved sanctum, wakened, numb from sleep
And facing darkness, seeming unawake,
I then define the covenant I keep...
The scythe's pure fire cuts quick through all I hold
Most dear. And, less that cut prove fatal to
My deepest cries for love, I must be bold
And trust in time to prove my heart to you.
Oh time, lend light to arcing passion's fire
And focus love's desired kaleidic glare.
Love flays the ananaic pitch; the cryer
Denies the fleering wail, a sickle's ware.
Cast o'er the fickle fields of life, too much
My hand bends to the harvest of your touch.
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...by
the founder of PM Productions, Barry Parham.
First published by the diaTribe -
June 2001
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