To mulch my limbs one day
have withered underfoot
To soil
and there my soul, severed, becomes
a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile
for children’s feet.
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Linked to dVerse poetics, I truly think this how I will return.
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living on the equator but longing for snow
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
A journey through the seasons with two adopted whippets, a poet and a camera
This is beautiful!
Thank you… Sometimes airports are great for poetry
Inspiration is everywhere…grin, and I hope the airport experience is a great one!
Such a stunning write 🙂
Beautiful.
Completely charming. >
Small is beautiful and so is soil. So to the point!
To become mulch for the growth of a thousand daisies, one could not wish for more!
Total;y beautiful. To bring smiles to children’s feet
How lovely to come back like this Bjorn ~
This is beautiful. What a perfect epitaph. Reminds me of Whitman and his “bequeath myself to the dirt:… very nice, indeed sir.
“a smile/for children’s feet.”
Ahhhh. And for fellow poet’s faces. Not a word wasted here. Not.a.single.one.
a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile
for children’s feet…. couldn’t be more perfect.
So beautiful, Bjorn.
Gorgeous way to come back!
Very cleverly drawn. A lovely expression of serenity.