Dirt Farmer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
To break her crust with bare fingers
the warming earth
this loaf of bread
one must tear through, thumbs pressed in
encounter root, rock, worm
the soft centre of things
one dark, one light
hidden then exposed by the work of hands.
One must prepare
for dark circles under nails
the definition of finger creases
a crumb confetti on the lap,
and with hands raised to open face
the smell of history; this land
broken for you ~
daily bread.
SDG
Song Sparrow, Winter (Photo credit: Ed Gaillard)
I joined an online group of poetic souls at dVerse. I’m just beginning to poke around and see what I can dive into over there, but for this week’s “Poetics”, we are invited to work in First Person Narrative. First person narrative is storytelling through the voice of the character, at a particular moment, and referring to themselves. We see things through the narrators point of view. This then is my offering;
Provision
Today it is enough ~
this fragrant cedar bower
this covering of down
well fluffed against the chill.
Today it is enough ~
backyard feeder brimming
millet seed and sunflower,
snow melting in the bath
a slackening of thirst.
Today it is enough ~
echo of dusk song thick
on air, wrappings of
wings tight warm,
my head upon my breast,
I keep this winter space,
this grace before flight.
Inspiration of Matthew 10:29-31 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
BUDDY BREATHING 