“Dig 2”
Plastic shovel scrapes
sitting on a mound of dirt
new favorite game.
Steve D
Plastic shovel scrapes
sitting on a mound of dirt
new favorite game.
Steve D
The stubborn dirt clods
cling to the ground, refusing
to release. Dig in.
Steve D
Piles of soil
finally put to good use
to grow hot peppers.
Steve D
We fill in dirt, stones,
trying to alter your course.
Your waters persist.
Steve D
Here’s a haiku submission from erikleo over at All Things Creative, an intriguing blog featuring one of our favorite poetic forms… haikus!
after my mother’s funeral
I shovel earth onto her coffin
not knowing when to stop
Rain churns up the grass
Coating bare skin in splatters
Grime to hide our faults
Steve D
Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving/weekend. I spent much of my long weekend in the mountains, where we had temperatures from bitter cold to chilly-but-nice. That’s the Appalachians for you. My mini vacation gave me some inspiration for our next monthly theme, but we’ll get to that.
November featured our regular contributors again, with a galumphing theme which carried the symbolic depth I had hoped it would. Continue reading “December’s Theme: Tracking Mud through the House”