Friday, September 09, 2011

Root in a Rut




Rut bound,
my roots wither
without water
tugging me, pulling me
I shake loose easily
scratching for relief
with smothering rain

Where is the rain
I beg you
to saturate my home
my soothing den
for without it
I shall perish

My once plump roots
now shriveled
rust in dry dirt
organics bare
to the elements
while I wait for rain


Inspired by Magpie Tales

3 comments:

  1. this has such a delsoate feel to it - wow

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  2. This was haunting and beautiful at the same time. The last line... perfect!

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  3. Thank you Jo and John, this drought has us all in a rut.

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