Free verse № 76393
Grind
I dug a hole
and buried myself.
I took everything I had
and put it underground to decay,
and welcomed the invisible world.
A world of the unseen vitamin,
where thoughts become the
granules of life.
Where dirt is edible and tastes
like the sun. Where moisture
rinses the nerve-bones back
to conciousness.
This fathom
My fathom underneath
a garden of park-weed,
meant to mesh with
the grind-stone until I am
a solid part of
the broken earth.
See my epitaph
it has not been written.
15 comments
Its ok man, I'm on your side- everyones yammered at me for being "cryptic". Oh, and heres a ten.
Sadly though, not many will actually go through the trouble to unravel a poem- its amazing how many people get turned off when they might need to jolt up the noggen.
In the end though, I feel a poem that has room for movement and is flexible in meaning and thought lives longer: theres room for it to evolve on its own.
My comrade.. we will carve a hall to rome; and it shall be great.
I have pause with this bit:
"This fathom
My fathom underneath " - was this intentional; the abruptness and lack of punctuation with the next line capped makes me scratch my head.
the line with edible dirt has a very nice impression to it.
not sure what to make of this one, but generally I'm the happier for it.
have a sideways infinity (and yes, I have that line in something already)
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I took everything I had
and put it underground to decay,
and welcomed the invisible world.
A world of the unseen vitamin,
where thoughts become the
granules of life.
Where dirt is edible and tastes
like the sun.
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