Hay-stacked Soul


Hay-stacked Soul

In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays
buried under a thousand of dull dry hay
in doubt if there is hope to even pray.

When is the last time you solemnly pray?
during those blissful years your life once stayed?
when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay?

Life wheel’s now turned, you now live with stacked hay,
do you think your weary soul can still pray?
or will you choose a sea of grief soul-stay?

—you won’t stay in the midst of hay, just pray.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Nick Scheerbart

In response to Daily Post: Faraway and Napowrimo Day 7.


Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina.


The Tritrina is a very short form of the Sestina introduced by American poet Marie Ponsot.
The Tritrina is:

  • stanzaic, written in 3 tercets followed by a single line envoy.
  • metric, iambic pentameter.
  • written with an enfolding end word pattern of
    stanza 1: 123
    stanza 2: 312
    stanza 3: 231
    envoi: 123

48 thoughts on “Hay-stacked Soul”

  1. I hope he/she won’t stay buried under the hay, which symbolizes our day to day worries/reality. I hope he/she will climb out from under and pray. I should take my own advice 🙂 Great poem, my friend. This is a cool form.

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  2. Wonderful job on this form. I like the image of stacked hay. It’s like he’s been working away harvesting but had forgotten God is supposed to be number one and will provide.

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