Hey Honey,

You’d think there’s only so much you can do with a restriction like: you have to use these six words. But as you’ve found out as a writer it just takes your creativity in a different direction. You just did what feels good with the words, and I love that about your writing.

And you didn’t keep it down to what the words might imply that you write, rather you included the beast, which I immediately pictured as being a deer or a rabbit, things we gardeners put up fences for! But then I realized it was the farmer himself. I really do appreciate when things are put into such a perspective as that, putting me in the position of a grain of wheat.

As for the category – I can certainly see how this can apply to my love life or anyone’s. It especially rings with the semi-cruel last line, if you are sympathetic for the wheat. But honestly I think putting the category in romance is constricting it. The concept of the poem, the analogy of the farmer ripping through the wheat is one that I feel speaks about not only love but life as a whole, the course of nature, the course of fate, and the course of human ways.

I wouldn’t suggest taking out anything that makes it romantic, such as the seed of wheat planted in the soft heart. For me that goes deeper than the heart of a human, since the earth herself has a heart of soft soil. The beauty that goes into sadness and then stoicism is a proper course to reflect on, the tone fits well with it too. The category is the only thing I would love to see a changing in. This poem goes beyond romance. Not to say romantic poems are not deep, but the messages planted here have roots that spread much farther.