The One Left (A Love Poem of Sorts)
I once married soil
And was happy
Soil fed me sweet carrots
And lemon balm tea
Let me walk its fuzzy
Green back in bare feet
Soil’s friends serenaded us
On frisky summer nights
Even beneath snow and ice
Soil remained faithful
But I left soil
For asphalt and parades
Was I sorry?
Did I fall out of love?
Yes
And No
Soil is with me always
No matter the manicures
I can’t get soil
From under my fingernails
It smudges my dreams
Invades my waking poems
With pine cone fever
And hummingbird throats
Sirens that sound
Like whippoorwills
Soil plants words in my way
And watches sentences grow
It’s the remembered language
My fingers whisper in the dark
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Love the ending, Sylvia! Come out to my place anytime, and you can dig in the dirt all you want!!
Thanks, Kathleen! I might just do that!
“It’s the remembered language
My fingers whisper in the dark”
Love the idea, and adore those lines.
Thanks, Joseph! I’m glad I’m finally able to spend some time reading and posting in this poetic month.
I once married soil but we split during a drought!
Seriously,
I do love this Sylvia. As always, your images are spot on. ‘smudges my dreams’ – ‘Soil’s friends serenaded us
On frisky summer nights’
Deb – Hilarious! I might get a new poem out of that split.
This poem evokes so much. The “frisky summer nights” are scrumptious.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Nancy!
What an imaginative, exquisite poem!
I love the feeling of this poem. I once married soil and was happy The wisdom of simplicity
This was quite beautiful!
Those last two couplets: WOW!