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Detritus
walking across a field
leading me nowhere
except further
into isolation,
my foot met stone
in a hostile
confrontation;
it was fairly violent
considering
they had only just
been introduced,
there certainly
had not been time
to build such resentment
for one another
an unfortunate event
given I had not
quite planned
the long journey back
with stubbed toes;
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp,
I remove my boot
and thick wool sock,
giving my digits a chance
to air their grievances;
the cool wind
stealing my curses
as they are birthed loudly
from pinched lips
the rock, so full of angst
utterly unremarkable -
it’s edges, once sharp
worn smooth
by the tumbling forward
of time across its face -
ironic, that;
I give my curiosity invitation,
patting the waking earth
next to me
and together, we wonder
at the large arrogance
of this small thing;
had it’s nondescript identity
refused to be buried
because it had once kissed
the lush, full moon
from snow-topped peaks
of the mighty mountain?
or had it watched
from it’s watery balcony
as the leviathan played
under oceans
of midnight blue?
staring back in silence,
it becomes clear
I’ll receive no accounting
of its unpleasant attitude
towards my person -
whatever the reasons
for its rude how-do-you-do,
I’ll be no wiser today;
growing cold in the setting sun
I return my sock and shoe
to their rightful place
over shouting
that finally quiets
to low grumbling
and gingerly begin
towards home
leading me nowhere
except further
into isolation,
my foot met stone
in a hostile
confrontation;
it was fairly violent
considering
they had only just
been introduced,
there certainly
had not been time
to build such resentment
for one another
an unfortunate event
given I had not
quite planned
the long journey back
with stubbed toes;
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp,
I remove my boot
and thick wool sock,
giving my digits a chance
to air their grievances;
the cool wind
stealing my curses
as they are birthed loudly
from pinched lips
the rock, so full of angst
utterly unremarkable -
it’s edges, once sharp
worn smooth
by the tumbling forward
of time across its face -
ironic, that;
I give my curiosity invitation,
patting the waking earth
next to me
and together, we wonder
at the large arrogance
of this small thing;
had it’s nondescript identity
refused to be buried
because it had once kissed
the lush, full moon
from snow-topped peaks
of the mighty mountain?
or had it watched
from it’s watery balcony
as the leviathan played
under oceans
of midnight blue?
staring back in silence,
it becomes clear
I’ll receive no accounting
of its unpleasant attitude
towards my person -
whatever the reasons
for its rude how-do-you-do,
I’ll be no wiser today;
growing cold in the setting sun
I return my sock and shoe
to their rightful place
over shouting
that finally quiets
to low grumbling
and gingerly begin
towards home
Published 6th Apr 2020
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6th Apr 2020 3:30am
with stubbed toes;
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp,
Luna this is so soulful ....fantastic
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp,
Luna this is so soulful ....fantastic
6th Apr 2020 3:04pm
Dear L,
The best laid plans for a quiet conversation with nature. For me, when that happens I always regret not going to the mall instead. The incredible part of this commune with nature is how you still managed to beautifully portray its magnificence with sharp imagery, charming humor and sweet conclusion. Well done.
H🌷
The best laid plans for a quiet conversation with nature. For me, when that happens I always regret not going to the mall instead. The incredible part of this commune with nature is how you still managed to beautifully portray its magnificence with sharp imagery, charming humor and sweet conclusion. Well done.
H🌷
6th Apr 2020 3:05pm
Thank you, Honoria 💜. With this challenge, I feel like I’ll be penning odes to trash on the street before it’s all over LOL!
6th Apr 2020 11:47am
The art of stubbing your toe... teeeheee!
Well told! 👏
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Hope April is as springy as can be for you! 💖🌷💖🌷💖🌷
Well told! 👏
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Hope April is as springy as can be for you! 💖🌷💖🌷💖🌷
6th Apr 2020 3:06pm
Thank you, Edible 💜. I hope your April is full of all of the best kinds of things 💖💖💖.
6th Apr 2020 5:41pm
Poetry brings a kind of zen magnification to things we might otherwise overlook. There is a purpose to those of us that pause to smell the roses, as it were. This is well rendered in detail, pace and proportion. 🙏🏻
7th Apr 2020 3:27pm
25th Apr 2020 8:02am
Solvitur enim ambulant, and much wisdom gained through your feet from that detritus
25th Apr 2020 1:29pm
