We smooth the surface, filling in spaces
holes dug searching for answers,
outwit the worms for they will never feed
on this soul
for ash will blow on the wind and settle
back into part of the whole
as we stand and feel the energy rise
giving guidance and peace to the mind.
We are the dirt where unknown bones are buried
burrow through like the creatures residing
deep in the unknown,
snakes sleep in gaps where light never finds
and we too are connected
in our fears and our movement through
like curving waves undulating parting the grasses
we bask in the sun where we find it,
wondering how we had forgotten to remember
these moments of a solitary silence,
and words will rise like fog
burning off in the morning light
becoming like the dew that lies on mounds
burial grounds for yesterday,
damp and a ready feast
for the birds that sink their faces below earth
searching for sustenance,
moving to where it is that perhaps they hear
come here to this place below the towering tree
and find the gifts given,
crawling insects and worms to fuel
for another day of life.
Monday meandering thoughts on dirt (don’t ask me why, it just kept surfacing like a small hill) and life. Peace and blessings and a happy day to one and all ❤
Thanks Malctg, trying days in this world, keep on keeping on, I try😊💕☮🌎
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Hi InfiniteZip. It is the earth that for the moment sustains us all! Thank you for liking “Automatic Doors!” Peace and Best Wishes TheFoureyedPoet.
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thanks Noah, I don’t read the Bible much, but I do believe there is a higher power that we are all connected to that leads us to our paths where we are meant to walk 🙂 peace and love, K
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Dirt and dust create a nice way of thinking about life. Even if verses from the Bible don’t resonate, counting the grains of dirt lead to thoughts in the vastness of life…
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Absolutely
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I’m happy I noticed 😀 beautiful line alongside a great poem 🙂
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big hugs
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thanks Tre,
whole lot of inspiring thoughts used to create it,
just let it flow, scratched around and saw what rose from the depths ❤
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thanks Janice,
morning walk inspirations, birds foraging for their breakfast,
dew on the mounds of dirt ❤
have a great week too my friend ❤
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of course my friend, what’s mine is yours, use as you will ❤
peace and always, blessings,
K
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thanks Izrael ❤ I’m so very glad 🙂
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thanks Derrick, dirt can be good…even the burros like to roll in it occasionally I’m sure 🙂 and lets not forget the lovely flowers planted in it ❤
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thanks so much Jack, I think it was my favorite one too, and what mostly inspired the piece ❤
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone write about dirt quite like this. That’s some reflection, Kim.
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It’s good to explore the ‘dirt’ … these words really spoke to me:
‘and words will rise like fog
burning off in the morning light
becoming like the dew that lies on mounds
burial grounds for yesterday,’ …. have a great week 🙂
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Burial grounds for yesterday
Too many good lines
Just love that one
I mite have to borrow it for a while,if that’s OK with you
As Sheldon Always
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Love the post! 🙂
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Powerful imagery
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Beautiful poem! “outwit the worms for they will never feed on this soul” was my favourite line
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