in the hearth
of the earth
of my mind
today I saw
a man who
suffers the hour
to understand
the flower
his son had become
he paid the prize
heavy as grey
light as hay
that showed the way
to unlock the star
like the worth
of the earth
his son came
back to him
like a whip
like a ship
a star a flower
and he was
the father
who suffered
the black hour
in the grate
of the crate
of his mind
where he paid
the prize
that showed the key
to unlock the tower
of love's mind
Elna Nel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suffer-the-sour/
