种诗的父亲

个人日记

                                                                  父亲不会种地 也不是诗人
                                                     却喜欢在贫瘠的日子种诗
                                                     把种子连同诗魂 一起埋在
                                                     那个失血的岁月

                                                     父爱种诗 像种庄稼
                                                     精心呵护 每天浇水 施肥
                                                     梳理枝叶 剪除杂草
                                                     父亲种诗披星戴月
                                                     风雨无阻 我知道
                                                     他是想让那些浪漫诗种
                                                     在痛苦的间隙
                                                     早些长出阳光 长出春天

                                                     后来 父亲走了 带着诗魂
                                                     去了那个诗一样的天堂
                                                     他的诗园一片荒芜 
                                                     那些诗 再也没有开花

                                                     可在今天  
                                                     在这个父亲的节日 他的诗
                                                     在我心里突然疯狂生长
                                                     瞬间 长成一片郁郁葱葱的绿荫
                                                     长成一座巍峨的山峰
                                                     父亲在天堂 举着诗魂 
                                                     向我微笑  我的思念
                                                     有了诗的味道
                                                                 2015年6月23日草稿

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