Untitled.

A life,

Rising from beneath,

Earth encrusted limbs spreading,

Entangled amidst branches of depth,

Ears vibrating to the fusion of moss,

Empty secrets scattered through brush,

Elevation ripe with clarity over the city.

A forest,

Everlong the thin air stabs,

Reborn is her body from the spores of nature,

Risen from the shallows of death,

Reincarnation recycling the lost,

Rest for strength as hands bind to her energy.

Reviews

[Jerry Patrick Ryan]

Love it as well I want to see more :)

[apennylate]

This felt like limbs imitating roots, and cracking through the asphalt of murky earth... A poem that cycles words like life cycles through dirt... A depth to this that bones can not reach... Well penned...