Not quite ennui, but close
Is it from the breathing exercises
that quieted my heart to a dull blip?
Caused by departure from the sea
that had kept my body humming?
Perhaps my passion is huddled
underground with the seeds
of love-in-the-mist, gearing up.
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Nice.
“Perhaps my passion is huddled/
underground with the seeds/
of love-in-the-mist, gearing up.”
Niiiice.
We ain’t buried, we’re planted.
Agree!
Wonderful! Gear up that underground love!
The title works! The little cluster of words forms the perfect thought.
I really like, “kept my body humming” in this one. The title really brings it home.
Beautiful, subtle poem! Such elegant compression.