It becomes monotonous
Like picking up sticks in the yard
Right in front of you
Lie dormant in the compost
You turn them over
Break them down
Doubt their purpose
Throw them back into the dirt
Not even noticing
That this is your soil
The soil that you toil
To plant yourself once again
Inspired by this week’s poetic prompt, “In the Corner of Your Eye” by MarinaSofia.
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Planting, replenishing, reinvigorating. There is a cycle of events here, in life, in seasons…autumn brings out a more introspective poem. Nice read!
Groovy piece. Love- “Disintegrating dreams / Lie dormant in the compost”
a simply great verse here. With autumn being my absolute favorite season, I love and appreciate the colors, leaves & dark afternoons. It’s almost like the start of a new beginning for the trees–being bare and such–it inspires growth from within. To plant myself for the coming year… smiles
things we may ignore….but holds much…!!
Yes. Beautiful. Things are always changing that’s for sure.
Glad you made it! I love the thought of treasures in the humble compost…
Ah lovely. A wonderful metaphor that you’ve used freshly. Thanks. k.
excellent reminder of the cycle of life