the deep-
necessary, urgent
transformation, molasses slow
down in the soil
the compost heap
the bed of the river
the lake
the sea
fathomless forest
gut, womb and marrow
these places
speak...
depth holds
the answers we seek
Hello fellow poet,
Happy Friday the 13th!! The moon is nearly new. Eclipse season is nigh. We are mostly made of water so I imagine we’re all ‘feelin it’, to some degree.
On my mind these days: depth. Depth of soil, water, forest. Depth of winter and of season. Of thought/emotion/being. I have never existed in the shallows. Indeed, if I had, I think many adolescent years would have gone a lot easier for me. But, here we are.
What I presented to you above is a poem once revised. I feel like I could run with this one a little longer, but my feet are tired. Here is the original, in case you’re interested. Deep winter is not so far away, and with its arrival will come more passionate revising. For now, I’d like to dance in the thoroughly pink morning (pictured below), with the falling leaves, wander to the creek in the forest in our backyard, stay and listen and write a while.
Until next week,
yours in poetry,
Kat
Love the shift from listen to speak. Such power there. 💙
I like the rhyme between seek and speak. Such a harmonious way to end.