Earth

Under the singing ploughland

that sucks at heels ;

a crush of half sticks

warm cake of moss and water

the dark loam broken,

bones as flint

and flint to cut.

But they have it all ;

rivers and mountains

and palaces and streets

(rain as white wine,

stars as gravel,

the moon`s rock)

and the foolishness of glued wings.

The tread of cruel steps.

Reviews

[Onku Ghosh]

Imagery is superb!!!!! Enjoyed reading this poem.Xcellent work.

[Mark]

Wow, it looks like you've spent some time in plowed land. Excellent imagery, especially love the 'stars as gravel' line.

[emmajoy]

' (rain as white wine, ~ stars as gravel, ~ the moon`s rock) That IS how it is. so finely put.

Superb! Love the way you describe the way things lay within our earth .. each line a truth. But then, dear then, you use that last phrase .. and, how cruelly true that is.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Ambitious of you to tackle the earth, though your earthy imagination seems to have paid off, clever writing.

[Coyote Song]

A very impressive and creative write. The descriptions really pull the reader in and brings
the poem to life.

[Denham Cole]

I second what Tina Kline said...
Enjoyed your craft.

[Tina Kline]

This is great work, love the imagery!!! I enjoyed reading this!

Really wonderful poetry my friend, to walk the world, you have first have seen all it's facets... can't wait to read more of you!

-Elisa

[alinamironova]

such a deep poem which I can take a lot from, beautifully written!

[Emily B]

these words trample me today