Under Earth

A poetic work inspired by Hannah Papacek Harper’s beautiful collection of poetry, keep your eyes and ears open for that name, she is a talented and wise young woman and creates with words from the pink sea….

 

Under Earth
pick me up and cast me to the wind

i trickle into your hands

full in my blue
torn and gleeful
i am

smothered by the poor riches of my mind
i start as reason ends

in the eaves
through the castle of orange and crumbs
i fly
i am the white bird
i forget my name…..

the air
breath
caressing without prudishness
songs only you might whistle

your hum
leading me…to where time can not catch up
oh nothing
i worship nothing
it is everything

with nothing the obscure corner is filled

forgotten dust of antiquated craving
brings only its own anticipation
and on the edge of understanding we wake to the arms of sand

with wings there are no edges

between the drops of light we are

too free
too open

freshly cracked
we drift out
little pools of pleasure

splashing in each other
under green skies
foaming across sad blues
nothing has been softer

a place under earth

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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