the dirt is not just
“dirt”
it is alive, striving,
to stay neutral
it is the magic
elixir, fixer
of plant life
and so ours too
it is dark,
dank, a bank
of crumbly gold
we make withdrawals
without checking
the balance
it is clay
and sandy
loam
we walk all over it
just taking it
for granted
supplanted
OH, goodness.
THIS:
“a bank
of crumbly gold
we make withdrawals
without checking
the balance”
The double meanings here in both “bank” and “balance” are just exquisite, Candy.
Your playful internal rhyme is a powerful juxtaposition to the heavy subject being handled…for me, it lends to the feeling our own carelessness in how we treat the earth.
I simply love this piece.
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thanks De! we take so much for granted on this planet.
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I love these:
“it is the magic
elixir, fixer”
“dank, a bank
of crumbly gold”
Actually, the whole thing is quite fantastic.
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thanks so much!
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I admire the turn from dirt of plant life, to the dirt we make on this planet – always withdrawals but never checking the balance ~
Thanks for joining us Candy ~
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thanks – I thought I’d have a difficult time with this prompt but once the idea of “dirt” came to me it started to flow
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How wonderful to choose dirt–humble necessity to all growing vegetation. As we speak, my husband is spreading top soil on our desert garden.
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thanks – it was my gardeners heart that wrote this ecopoem
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Love the hidden layers of meaning in this poem 🙂
Beautifully executed.
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thank you so much
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We definitely cannot take ‘dirt’ lightly. It includes a whole world of life…if only we look closely.
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so true
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Taking it for granted is exactly what we do……..until it is all depleted, the life wrung out of it. Cool response to the prompt.
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thanks – it came from my gardener’s heart
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Dirt is earth’s epidermis, & when I was gardening with my wife, after a few moments when my hands were covered in dirt, i would get a rush, feeling at one, a “natural” man. But these days I can’t do the bending or squatting, so the thrill is gone. Your piece is marvelous; imaginative pick to rock the prompt with.
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thanks Glenn – this came from my gardener’s heart
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There are so many great lines and images in this poem. You are right “we walk all over it.” Cheers!
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thanks much!
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Excellent idea to take your poem right down the basis of the all – the health of the soil. Without healthy soil we’d starve.
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thanks
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Never ever it is just dirt. I love where you took it.. 🙂
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thank you so much Bjorn. My gardener’s heart wrote this one 😉
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Effective. The meaning shone through in so few words.
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thanks!
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Great words which really celebrate the richness and importance of the soil.
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Thanks!
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We sure do take it for granted though we can’t live without it. Good write.
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Thanks so much!
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This is wonderful. And being a gardener, I love dirt and have a great deal of respect for it. It is resting under a foot of snow now but that snow is helping compost enrich it. I loved dirt when I was a child even – the smell, the feel of it. Great stuff.
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I’m a dirt lover too. Thanks!
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🙂
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SAndY LoAm..
my backYard connection
to God of Nature.. oxytocin
receptors groWinG stronGer
with warmth of feet oN
hands of God
below now iN
me reaching
uP.. spiRaLs
aLL around
me when
i dance
Free
iS
GOD
of Nature..:)
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Nature is truly healing. Thanks!
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SMiLes.. my friend.. So agree!..:)
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the first stanza is awesome…yes ‘dirt’ is so much more…
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Thanks Sumana!
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