Saturday, May 30, 2009

I dream in brown

muds sticks everywhere
the walls, the floor,
seeping through that door
I dream in brown
shades of which keep changing
dry to wet and back again

"I am planted in that soil-
that earthy scent of you
pleases me no end-
nothing covert about it"

18 comments:

anthonynorth said...

A poem well planted.

Sage said...

Nice, the land should seep out of all our words.

AD said...

absolutely marvelous!

wonderful attempt on the prompt!!

Happy SS

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RBroeker said...

Nice one.

Best wishes
Ralf

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Mmm. I can smell the dirt.

Whitesnake said...

Very well put!

Andy Sewina said...

Not only planted, but firmly rooted, perhaps.

I love the 'speed' of this poem - 'the walls, the floor,
seeping through that door' - Wonderful words!

blisshappens said...

I liked this very much too, especially the title, and the shades of brown changing from wet to dry. nice! -Meg

Tumblewords: said...

Full of vibrancy and openness!

b said...

Yes, this is really good. I will carry it around in my head all day.

b

keith said...

Simply perfect. How do you do it?

ThomG said...

Loved the word choices in this one.

Mothers in Arms

Michelle Johnson said...

Excellent use of covert. I especially loved that last stanza. It brings everything full circle. Have a nice night.

Jennifer Hicks said...

oooohhhh...that earthy scent of you. I FEEL that.
I have been following you for some time and I have seen this incredible emergence of sophistication in your style. Well done!

irenet said...

nice surprise ending

murat11 said...

Sweet and sexy: love the title.

Janice Thomson said...

Like that last verse - good one.

songofsea said...

Nice read...loved the title too.

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