Brian Ens is running the show at dVerse Poets Pub today and is asking us to write a poem in any form. The catch? We have to explain why we chose the form that we did.
I decided to write a Rondeau. I selected this form because it is a bit irregular in that each stanza has a different number of lines, it includes an element of repetition (which I like to do anyway in my poetry), and the iambic tetrameter requirement fit the first line I wanted to write. This poem was inspired by a Facebook post of a Mexican proverb that says, “They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.” This proverb reminded me of John 12:24.
I Was a Seed
You tried to bury me in shame
Obliterate my holy name
You didn’t know I was a seed
You buried me and I was freed
In my dark grave the Savior came
So now in Him new life I claim
Bold and strong I grow, not the same
You thought I was only a weed
You tried to bury me
As if emerging from the flame
Wholly knowing I’m not to blame
Glad because of your dirty deed
Content that I’m a sprouted seed
Thankful your actions did not maim
When you tried to bury me