Thursday, May 11, 2017

Soil

Crush of  earth compacted,
suck of soil fulfilled,
dust is full created;
bed of life revealed.

Turn of clod and farrow,
dirt lays bare its face,
time in sandy marrow;
growth in darkest grace.

Seasons are the costume,
sun the roiling blood,
rain in fertile perfume;
nature's perfect food.





https://dversepoets.com/2017/05/09/soil-poetics/
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8 comments:

  1. Frank HubenyMay 11, 2017 at 11:39 AM

    Nice rhyme and meter. I especially liked the line "growth in darkest grace".

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  2. AngieMay 11, 2017 at 12:08 PM

    i enjoyed the tight rhythm too:)
    also the alliteration and assonance

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  3. brudbergMay 11, 2017 at 1:44 PM

    Oh what a wonderful cadence. You really capture the essence of soil with your words.

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  4. lynn__May 11, 2017 at 8:33 PM

    Wonderful song of the soil...your middle stanza is perfection!

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  5. indybevMay 12, 2017 at 2:57 AM

    Written by someone who loves the soil, I'm sure. Great write!

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  6. Victoria Ceretto-SlottoMay 12, 2017 at 3:32 AM

    Growth in darkest places...true of life, too. Nice flow to this Ros.

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  7. Walt WojtanikMay 12, 2017 at 4:18 AM

    The rhythm and flow of this are right on. And the sounds incorporated therein carry this poem smartly. Superb, Roslyn!

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  8. grapelingMay 12, 2017 at 4:55 PM

    elegant and compact ~

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