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Maya: Iteration
We pushed aside the Pyrus leaves,
Tore the crumpled blades,
And ripped the stones
Up and to the side,
Away. Away. Away.
We took chunks of earth
Root by root,
And the mud that clung to their systems.
We put all our efforts into mere inches only to
Cease. Stop. Be done.
So we packed it back
Tighter than before.
The ground was shallow there.
The grass no more,
But a dark sage overcame it still
And its moisture and density, filled.
A corrupted moss that marked
Where our shovels had paid the blunted cost
Where our wills had died and returned to us
We packed the earth then left, and lost.
Tore the crumpled blades,
And ripped the stones
Up and to the side,
Away. Away. Away.
We took chunks of earth
Root by root,
And the mud that clung to their systems.
We put all our efforts into mere inches only to
Cease. Stop. Be done.
So we packed it back
Tighter than before.
The ground was shallow there.
The grass no more,
But a dark sage overcame it still
And its moisture and density, filled.
A corrupted moss that marked
Where our shovels had paid the blunted cost
Where our wills had died and returned to us
We packed the earth then left, and lost.
Published 8th Jan 2019
| Edited 3rd Apr 2019
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
8th Jan 2019 6:43pm
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8th Jan 2019 9:31pm
Very visual. I like it I was following the poem well until you said that part about it being too much, so we packed it back tighter than before. Oh, and also the final line... I'm just curious what you're intentions were here. What does this mean to you?
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
8th Jan 2019 11:10pm
I buried my dog a year ago. My brother and I soon realized that We would need more than just conventional garden shovels if we were to do it during the winter. There are a lot of parts about this day that I intend to incorporate. The snow, the footprints, The moss that grew overnight, the timing and the delay of the burial, the body just sort of waiting outside in purgatory and my brother and I.
We were "packing in the dirt" of our first attempt.
As for the last line, I was very angry that day and All of this was extremely frustrating. We gave up the first time and went back inside to find a way to warm the ground to melt the icy dirt. All that time planning and resting and she was outside
I know the last few lines don't make complete sense, but there was just a rhythm there as I read it that I would like to keep for the future... so I kept it even if it doesn't quite add up... if that makes sense.
We were "packing in the dirt" of our first attempt.
As for the last line, I was very angry that day and All of this was extremely frustrating. We gave up the first time and went back inside to find a way to warm the ground to melt the icy dirt. All that time planning and resting and she was outside
I know the last few lines don't make complete sense, but there was just a rhythm there as I read it that I would like to keep for the future... so I kept it even if it doesn't quite add up... if that makes sense.
