Fragile

I'm a bit fragile today

My roots are dry

rain isn't coming

the heat's on

I feel bits of me

seep into fallow ground

Don't speak too loudly

your words may break

the fragile wind chime

in my mind

Just love me

from a distance

Knowing you are there

will be the mist

resting on my stubborn clay

my roots will live again,

tomorrow.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Much enjoyed the images and movement of this poem - the wind chime of the mind and its fragility in the presence of an outside voice and the persistent moisture that battles the drying of the roots. Thanks for sharing.

[gabrielle]

We have our own way of coping life's tragedies and heartbreaks, and in the end will bounce back even stronger.. Relatable piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Even with the lack of water. It held hope. Your words danced to meaningful poetry. Thank you mu friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Pryde Foltz]

Just love me
from a distance
Knowing you are there
will be the mist
resting on my stubborn clay
my roots will live again,
tomorrow.

Whoa ... that is powerful and unique imagery. Awesome.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Robert Haigh]

We all have to retain hope in times of trial and uncertainty. There is some interesting imagery in this poem. I particularly like the second stanza! Nicely expressed.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Robert. I've been absent for a while. It's interesting how a poem can pull us back into writing again...