For my creative writing class, we had to write about corn. Be it silly or deeply thought-provoking, our poem had to be completed within ten minutes. The ten minutes began and our teacher left us with the prompt "Corn Is Complicated." I kind of liked what I came up with but compared to some of the others' in the class felt it was a bit lackluster so I never shared it-- until now!
(I can never think of creative titles so this one, like the lot of my poems, is untitled.)
Untitled
She grows each year with golden skin,
Her silky hairs blowing in the wind.
In winter, she pales; though, her taste becomes sweeter
Hunger is lulled to those who meet her
Within her is located a myriad of possibilities.
But she knows that she has responsibilities.
She gives her life, dies by the scythe;
Yet her story is never-ending.
In green tucked away safely 'til May
When she will rise again.
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