Transformation

life and death among the compost

 

Child of the flower

stands in the sun

child of the soil

knows we are one

 

awareness of the flora

drifting in the soil

in her hands transformation

possibilities uncoil

 

bones of our ancestors

transform beneath her feet

still the flower meditates

thoughts of life running deep

 

All the dead and dying ones

compost into a song

we the ones in motion

with the music we belong

Reviews

[Leo]

Brilliant, beautiful and a remarkable usage of figurative language and metaphors.."still the flower meditates" is a mind blowing example of personification.."compost into a song" is just a fantastic metaphor..you articulated the rhythmic cycle of life in such finesse and artfulness, that once I captured my breath after reading your poem, I became speechless and under the spell of your ingenious infusion of words all whilst having a warm smile on my face..Masterful work !

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

Always right to the point and never a line wasted my talented friend love this cheers and stay crazy

[Crow]

This was beautiful! The rhythm flows to carry the reader like a literary stream, through the life of a delicate organism. It is a poem that applies a truth to so many things, both living and inanimate.

Thank you for sharing your poetic soul.

[Jibey]

Carefuully crafted into a magican incantation that speaks of our connection to the earth beneath...

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

You are amazing:)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

stiill

[Robin]

amazing the inspiration that can be found with the scoop of the hand

[Ed Hart]

yes, how close you are to the earth to hear the music from deep down all the way up to the cafe...what a girl

[emmajoy]

Such clever beauty in your words .. you always find the right way to explain your thoughts. Life can be one long sweet song, each season has its own melody and youre so aware of that!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Fron decay springs life, from life springs music, from music springs Joy. Thank you for this joy today.