digging deep

those times when

my roots stretch deep

in barren soil

 

searching

 

I don't know

if you could guess

the urgency

of my need

 

the clouds whisper

how soon

until hope

rains

 

and I look

skyward

again

Reviews

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... a mesmerising mood ... exquisite and enchanting poetry ... an intense instinct ... a perplexing pause ... a quest ... a hope ... anticipation ... aspiration ... a melting moment ... oh ... this is so beautiful ... it simmers softly ... (highest rating) ...

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. hope shall rain ...
. and, hope shall reign ...
. it's good to read these words again ...

[MusicJunkie]

This is good! Love it.

[Nina]

A snapshot, that's what this is. A fleeting deep emotion that leaves as quickly as you finish reading. Lovely

[michael.c.m]

sometimes words carry incredible weight, if used in the manner you have chosen here. each line selected and crafted to lend strength to each thought.

[Wolfhilde]

I love the way you use nature in your poem. It is really beautiful and emotional.

[Southern Cross]

The urgency seems to get more entice as the clock of life tics . Least that's how I see it. Looking skyward there is hope always and the reason being because we still see the skies, the moon and every scent that abounds. Adore your gentle nature and easy rhythm so relaxing when I need it the most

[Lydia Blackwell]

this is so so great for many reasons. one reason is that there is a delicate balance between the metaphors and the emotions uncovered here. i love how you incorporated nature into your poem. It could have so many meanings and there is genius in it's ambiguity. I have a special love for trees. I will send you one of mine that u may not have read. Well done! such a treat for me to read:)

[Solst Rapture]

This image is so inspiring, and it compels me to write something of my own, along these lines, but I wont. I'll let it turn over in my mind and cultivate, compost all that has come before it because your poem has done enough, it has awoken something, that sense of having roots, extending deeply to many ends but needing that water, that nourishment and longing for it to come, which I suspect it did, eventually, if it wasn't already, always there.

There's something about tree's. I love them, especially drawing them in the winter.

Really enjoyed this. It's a nice feeling to be reading this in such a relaxed state of mind, with no urgency about me. Bravo, thanks for sharing.

[Another Relic]

Excellent.

[Phibby Venable]

I don't know

if you could guess

the urgency

of my need
Beautiful work, Emily!