has a certain rhythm like grass
how it grows here and there amid hard soil
finds soft patches of fertile loam
where the right amount of water drips
off , much like gravity has that pull,
my only poem does too, for me
only one sprig one germinated
small thing bursting against
all the odds to shoot forth and gain another day
in the sun, another day holding to the soil,
and proud I am and small
at the same time or green , or futile,
the thing really is how you
look at it!
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
has a certain rhythm like grass
how it grows here and there amid hard soil
finds soft patches of fertile loam
where the right amount of water drips
off , much like gravity has that pull,
my only poem does too, for me
only one sprig one germinated
small thing bursting against
all the odds to shoot forth and gain another day
in the sun, another day holding to the soil,
and proud I am and small
at the same time or green , or futile,
the thing really is how you
look at it!
