roots
she crawls on her belly
through a barbed-wire world
eating hope and fire
as they drip down to earth
from all kinds of secret places
in the sky
her life is lived
in moments of peace
and she lies on her belly
in a bed made of mud
as her fingers form clay
into bowls of tomorrow
she collects
heart-shaped stones
curves sticks
into smiles
and empties fossils
from her pockets
at sundown
her tears
mix with seed
to grow
night-blooming vines
in shades of lavender
and purple
to be braided
into bracelets
for the moon
she has words
as companions
and silver
for protection
and if you
put your ear
to the ground
you can listen
to her heart
beat
.
.
.
January 17th, 2012 at 9:56 am
awesome combination
January 17th, 2012 at 9:57 am
my god. i want to be her, despite the mud and tears and crawling. and you. i want to be you too. one and the same?
January 17th, 2012 at 11:58 am
Fantastic!
January 17th, 2012 at 12:17 pm
all lines are great…but you got me with the last one. you can listen to her heart beat. that one got me. lovely. lovely.
in my fondest…Tilda
January 17th, 2012 at 3:18 pm
nice..the heartbeat of the roots … you made me hear it…love the textures and metaphors..her fingers forming clay into bowls of tomorrow..great..
January 17th, 2012 at 3:26 pm
The last line so wonderfully summed everything up. And like how you played off the pic, as it can be taken many ways.
January 17th, 2012 at 3:27 pm
do you know what it means to crawl on the belly on barb wire? well, my dog went through razor wife, and had to get 45 stitches. ouch
January 17th, 2012 at 3:28 pm
This has a fantastic rhythm and outstanding word play.
January 17th, 2012 at 3:52 pm
Ouch on Zongrik’s comment. Poor dog. I love how this is so connected to nature. It makes one want to be a part of it, the sights, smell, feel. Lovely.
January 17th, 2012 at 4:00 pm
Loved the rhythm and the soul of this. Your connection to the earth is palpable. Great writing.
January 17th, 2012 at 4:04 pm
stunning imagery here.. great write
January 17th, 2012 at 4:25 pm
The best tribute and dedication to mother earth
loved
*her fingers form clay
into bowls of tomorrow..*
January 17th, 2012 at 5:27 pm
her tears
mix with seed
to grow
night-blooming vines
in shades of lavender
and purple
to be braided
into bracelets
for the moon
Just stunning imagery!!
January 17th, 2012 at 5:48 pm
dang this is an awesome write…your opener hooks…love the bed of my finding hearts, bending sticks into smiles…putting the ear to the ground there in the end…hot…love it.
January 17th, 2012 at 6:08 pm
This journey through your words was simply wonderful! The imagery, the texture, just a fantastic write!
January 17th, 2012 at 6:20 pm
so alive as if the writer in you are at one
January 17th, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Wonderful imagery, wakes all the senses and brings everything to life. Love it. Especially the ending, brilliant.
January 17th, 2012 at 6:35 pm
Started and ended with a BANG. What a powerful poem…..
January 17th, 2012 at 6:48 pm
You brought her to life with stunning words…love this ~
January 17th, 2012 at 7:51 pm
vivid metaphors. luscious wording.
January 17th, 2012 at 7:55 pm
she collects
heart-shaped stones
curves sticks
into smiles….
A beautiful write, love it!
January 17th, 2012 at 8:22 pm
simply beautiful!
January 17th, 2012 at 9:21 pm
LOVE this!
January 17th, 2012 at 10:33 pm
this totally brought out the fairy in me…..omg…..it’s amazing…..xoxo
January 17th, 2012 at 11:27 pm
You really caught ime n the wind of the lines and the wonderfully told tale that calls up sadness, struggle, perhaps perseverance and hope at rhe end. I liked:
as her fingers form clay
into bowls of tomorrow
Truer words were perhaps never said of a potter!
January 18th, 2012 at 1:34 am
Beautiful… as the roots dive deeper your words seeped into my heart… softly… and could almost hear the heart beat of the earth…
Thanks for sharing..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/whispers-haiku-on-how-i-write-poetry.html
At twitter @VerseEveryDay
January 18th, 2012 at 8:56 am
This is just beautiful….wonderful imagery and flow. Great metaphor & I enjoyed the poem very much 🙂
January 18th, 2012 at 12:05 pm
really nice flow in this piece, excellent write! ~ Rose
January 18th, 2012 at 2:56 pm
so creative and inviting to a creative mind… the you chose to describe your story was indeed creative!
I really liked it:)
~L
January 18th, 2012 at 4:54 pm
This is my favorite:
“she has words
as companions
and silver
for protection”
Such creativity, Mrs. M!
~Shawna
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/dearth-of-reason/
January 18th, 2012 at 6:32 pm
bowls of tomorrow
bracelets for the moon.
yesssss I breathe out. THIS is what poetry is all about for me.
This poem is like a June trellis. Thank you!
xoox
January 19th, 2012 at 7:37 am
HOW do you keep doing this over and over and over again with it always being amazing?
January 24th, 2012 at 3:04 am
I think you are my new blog crush.