
you lie so still
nature’s companion
returned to the dust
beneath loamy undergrowth
surrounds you
you disappear into the ground
you to spend this day alone
foraging
and soon very soon
memories of your childhood
evaporate into the day
and you are left
with no memory of why you do this
at all
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Nor does he care…life as a fawn is simple. Lovely poem. Oh!
In the passage “you spend this day alone….fotaging” I assume you meant foraging. I just thought it a typo but I had to think about it for a moment. I love the poem!
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ha yes I wrote without my glasses
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ah yes, happens to me all the time. Usually my husband finds my little slips. For me it is my fingers going too quickly. lol I love the poem.
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Made me think of all the animals trying to survive the drought in SoCal.
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indeed not much green to survive on 😦
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Inborn, that creative craft of survival. Fine photo and verse! +m
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The longer the winter, the harder the winter, the colder the winter, the more beautiful the flowers are in spring.
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so true my friend
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