A Pot Of Dirt
The Unnecessary Line
I sit here with a pot of earth
Examining the souls true worth
From casket to a rolling hearse
Just inches from six feet of dirt
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Diagnosed with restless legs
Hanging thoughts on wooden pegs
Gathering dust and doubt it seems
Choosing to stay lost in vivid dreams
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I watch as flowers break the ground
Such struggle, without making sound
The sun, its petals soon will crown
This simple beauty so profound
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Displayed sentiment, upon a grave
Its life a price seem too has paid
Adorns the earth where loved ones lay
Emotions share what once was saved
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Flowers bloom and fade away
Ashes to ashes again, one day
To be the soil of potted clay
Growing the bud that heals the gray
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Powerful poem. Evokes strong feelings and conjures up thoughts of the passage of time. Comparing the grave to a flower pot was pretty compelling and contemplative. Nicely done!
Beautiful, Kelli. (I hate the flowers on graves, must be Scotch blood in me, don't waste). Very visual. I'll be cremated so I don't waste the ground, LOL. I am wondering whether you meant pedal or petals? The sun, its pedals soon will crown
Nice poem Kelli!
I was wondering how to do this challenge, so once again, I read yours. I still don't know how to do it but I figured it out last time, and I learned from the best. I am subscribing to you, Kelli, I need to reference my teacher.
What in a way is a nice way to say good-bye to someone. I probably read this wrong. Good job.