Zen Dirt

Ponderings

i.

The hour

Of the flower

Most certainly passes

When its last petal

Blends in

With the grasses.

Or is that

Just the start

Of a brand new bloom

A moment

Of beginning

And not too soon.

*

ii.

The sun

Runs a race

Every day

It always wins;

Its track

Is the horizons.

*

iii.

The rock

In my sock

Is a pain in the neck,

But it tells me

I’m walking

So what the heck.

*

iv.

Chipped conch shell

Half buried

In the sand

If I don’t pick you up

You’re a whole shell

In my hand.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is one of the funnest things I've read in months! I love every one! I am completely transported by your playful rhyme & rhythm, which makes me feel like I'm skipping down the road. I love how you mix flippant fun with true deep life lessons. This piece is ringing with symbolism but never seems intentionally so . . . your whimsical scenarios are so real & organic, we don't notice these are well-crafted allegories (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[John Cardwell]

Fun read! Nice rhythm and imagery.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love how this poem looks on the positive side of the situations

[PamiAnde]

Me too, Beauty. It's a good reminder for me. :)