Poetry? Prose? Who Knows?

Believe it or not, I've been known to dabble in the realm of written expression from time to time. Here is the first one I've banged out in quite a while. For those of you that don't recognize the allusions . . . read Matthew 13:1-23.




Amidst Weed and Stone

Spreading my leaves, stretching and reaching for the sky

My gaze locked on the heavens

My roots struggling for tenuous purchase in rocky ground

Thorn and thistle creeping ever closer

Always threatening, ever constricting,

much like the serpent's coils

My gaze locked on the heavens

Stretching and reaching for the sky


Steven H. Jones
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