The Hills, The Hills


Pine needles lay scattered, awaiting

some strolling soles scrunching through

the mist-filled, moss-covered land—

the hills entice us, the trees hum & nod,

we vanish amidst the pines, the unpolluted

needles, where buried in the mush

was a seed of death, germinating, 

gripping the soil in its rattish claws—

a stubble of placenta planted years ago, after

a crumpled life came tumbling out,

to breathe & become the pine-scented air.

Poetry by MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-18 at 17:26

Tags Nature  Nurture  Life 

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poetic pilgrim The PoetBay support member heart!
hill sounds like kill
but we never reached them...

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
An enviable prowess with language and image makes this poem a joy from the front end to the back!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Could a poem be more organic? This is primal, human and other-worldly, well done.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
So - existential,
words of nature.