Splinters from earth
Are penetrating my skin
I protect and wash the earth
All day
All over
My coat, my skin
Separates earth from heaven
When the forest of mother earth
Makes its way to heaven
Without permission:
It hurts
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Splinters from earth
Are penetrating my skin
I protect and wash the earth
All day
All over
My coat, my skin
Separates earth from heaven
When the forest of mother earth
Makes its way to heaven
Without permission:
It hurts
The prompt to this poem: originated when a poet posted a challenge with a pic prompt of beautiful clouds, from the other side, and breaking through the clouds were tall, high pine trees. It was a remarkable pic. The second part is somewhat metaphoric and
you can take what you wish from it. :) Thomas
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