In abundance, it grows
Deep wisdom ancient
Alongside stinging nettle
Gracefully, it stands
I, too feign a pose
Itching injury persistent.
All I should do is breathe
Unfurl towards the light
As curled fronds of a fern
Surrender and let go.
note: In response to Midweek Motif, “Yoga” at Poets United.
A crow plucked my heart
And hung it on a tree
For the whole world to see.
Pleas and protests, in vain
The mischievous creature
Pecked at my core insisting
“Be love, be bold and bare it all!”
process note: I’ve mentioned (somewhere else) before that I never regarded crows as extraordinary birds. But that was until I got introduced to this amazing work.
The poem excerpt is in response to Midweek Motif, “Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary” at Poets United.
Cows chew cud
Rondavels flourish
This a paradise;
The ocean stirs
And sardines run.
Posted for Midweek Motif at Poets United.