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
#highplainspoet,#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife,#healing,#rest,#hope,#spiritual,#peace
