Friday, February 24, 2023

If My Poetry Were A Place

 If My Poetry Were A Place

My poetry is a sacred interior soil 
that reclaims fertility
where the earth blooms
in a well tended garden

A place that invites
the weary to rest
and the wild to relax
solitude in secluded corners

Where dew drips off the vine
and sweet nectar drifts sweet
from blossom and bud
richness of earth mingled in a cocktail

Interior places inked
what was lost is found
growing hope from ashes
and love takes root beyond brokenness

Poem 23-020y

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