Unsolid ground

 

I could let myself spend forever

waiting for you.

For that one more thing,

that little bit more.

This hope is not so strong

as it is stubborn.

Deep roots, buried

under all that past and present.

They ache and groan

reaching a little further

giving a little more

grasping for a foundation.

They shudder,

a protest of this shaky earth.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When the ground become shaky. We can escape to the right or wrong places. I like the desire and the way you ended this poem. Type of poem to make me think. Goal of a writer. A excellent poem.
Coyote