Hello!
A damp riverbank got me thinking about our own cycles decomposition, and regeneration…
This week’s poem is: “The Wet Earth of My Being”
Here at the rushing stream of our bodies, the water unfolds and splits in two - one cries, a million griefs gurgling one laughs, ringing in a new love The shore smells of decay, of rotting leaves and mushrooms - evidence of time, of cycles and promises of new life. I feel my own decomposition the wet earth of my being turning and teeming new nutrients singing the dampness awake fading ghosts shouting stories into two channels of churning water. They meet again downstream - one laughing, one crying - mixing until the trees cannot tell the difference.
yes 🌊🪞🌊
Love your mastery of words!