2022-02-24 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
planting season Last night i planted a seed. packing the dirt and tilling the cracked ground, filling the air with fertilizing sounds. kneading and keeping and breathing, an exercise in careful promise seeking.
My breath keeps time, hands with sand for veins; the dirt absorbs the grains, suspect suspicions ejected.
Glassy platelets coagulate, meticulously gather and preserve the tell tale sprouts arrested inside my heart’s maze.
Last night i planted a promise, one protected by captivating vines and bands of carnivorous heads, vicious sounds keeping freedom away.
Still, steadily it breathes on, fed by my hand, saving itself until the flowering day.
planting season Last night i planted a seed. packing the dirt and tilling the cracked ground, filling the air with fertilizing sounds. kneading and keeping and breathing, an exercise in careful promise seeking.
My breath keeps time, the tick tock of life. the dirt inhales nutrition; my blood exhales suspicion.
Platelets of energy coagulate, meticulously gather and preserve. the tell tale sprouts arrested inside my heart’s maze, suggested.
Last night i planted a promise, one protected by captivating vines and bands of carnivorous heads, vicious sounds warding freedom away.
Still, steadily it breathes on— even locked away until the flowering day.
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last night i planted a seed packing the dirt and tilling the ground, filling the air with fertilizing sounds kneading and keeping and breathing, an exercise in careful promise seeking.
my breath keeps time the tick tock of life the dirt inhaling nutrition my blood exhaling suspicion.
platelets of energy coagulate, meticulously gather and preserve the tell tale sprouts arrested inside my heart’s maze, suggested.
last night i planted a promise one protected by captivating vines and bands of carnivorous heads, vicious sounds warding freedom away.
still, steadily it breathes on— even locked away until the flowering day.