Root Rot
Earth shatters
in wicked twist of fate
bare trees weep
through drops of light
boney fingers reach
searching through dry spells
sifting skeletal remains
weight of the moon hangs delicately
negotiating its place…
blue on black lingers ghostly like a breeze
a single sigh escapes in trembles
scattering soft sentiments in
reflection
push on shove
slips from tip of tongue
blending with landscape
forming cynical lines
sound splits, spinning backwards
falling fearlessly into exhaustion
totally trapped behind locked lips
darkness is stuffed between grains
of soil, curling around roots
looking for a soft place to land
…a final resting place
~Becky Zoch~
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-04-12 00:33:10
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