Poem
Greens dense and dark
there she waits.
Sand and roots give home
to rocks that forever
shore up the land.
I sit upon a nest of
yellow grass as my legs slide
resting on the moist earth
stretched ankles searching
to leave the land.
The shape of a heart
from deep in shadows
upon the water glistens
for the lovely one
who always listens.
A hint.
A movement pulls me in
to see the shapes, and feel the cool awakening
of where I’ve been and what I’ve sought.
Oh, from the gifts of the earth I’ve learned. …
Free Verse
In the spring, I will lie upon the ground with my fingers moving through the grass as I ponder:
all that the earth holds
close
unseen
and releases
to fall
where it will.
In the spring, I will stretch my legs and mingle my toes among ground ivy as I lie in the grass to ponder:
all that the earth holds
close
unseen
and releases
to fall
where it will.
In the spring, when I lie on the ground and gaze at the sky and smell the orange blossoms, I will ponder:
all that the earth — my life holds…
I believe this is Prose Poem as it captures emotions and has such visualization. We must bring prose poem back to life. Lovely.
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