our secret ingredient
we see stars in the landscape
granite in the corners of our eyes
mica sparkles in our pores
we laugh over mountains
giggle with rivers
chuckle through valleys
time stands under a
peach tree, blossoming,
petals floating, waiting
we grow pods from our fingertips
fill our bellies with dirt and sand
water in our nostrils feels right
we keep our hands in the mixture
the dough of life
3 comments:
Stanzas three and four are mysterious, gorgeous, surreal.
Hmmmm... like you've become a seed.
Hi, sorry I'm so slow to get back to you.
Your poem is so delicate and lively at the same time. I can feel a strong connection to this one, because of the geography - the granite, mica, rivers, mountains, peach trees, all the best parts of home. The laughing and sparkling are great images, and I love the final couplet. Bravo, Holly!
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