In a world of shrivel and wilt
When what we need is seed and sprout
I am neither gather nor grow
I am wither and rot
TDM
Tag: outdoors
Lying on a Rock
I disengaged myself
And let every tender vertebra
Feel as pious as
The stone
They were held upon
And reaching overhead
In my supinated situation
I gasped
And let my hands fall to
The pate of the rock
Connecting them like
A halo
Twisting my fingers
Around my own locks
Tangling them between the crown
On my head
Where the coolness of
The stone had met my skull
Supporting it
TDM
It is Never Enough
I heard once
That slumping through
Moss was enough
To satisfy any
Lust for adventure,
That turning
Pebbles over in my
Hand would be
Rugged enough,
That I should not
Dirty my dress
Or get bugs in my hair,
But I have also heard
That rolling
Over hills and under
Starry skies is never
Enough for a
Single lifetime,
It is never enough
To quench a thirst
For dipping toes in lakes,
Washing hands
In rivers and falling
Asleep to the crickets
Buzz, humming in my ear
Whilst grass and
Earth so cool
Under my body
Tickles before I become
A treat for tiny
Bugs whom I implore
To be gentle
To leave a little something
For myself.
T. DM
P.S. I would love some feedback on this piece, mostly regarding whether or not it sounds incomplete. Cheers readers!
Poetry and Prose by Teresa Di Matteo 