A Poem: On Turmoiled Ground

On Turmoiled Ground

Child! Child! Rest your head upon pine bough drifts

Let moonlight guide dreams through rings of knitted web

Breathe a rhythm of lilac scented mourn

Awake! Wipe song of sorry gently from your parched lips

Child! Child! Dance swiftly across turmoiled ground

Haste not to greet the day unturned

Lay worries at bubbling river's bend

Sing! The heart beats for feathered friends

Child! Child! Hold tight to hope with fingers twisted

Remember youth from the depth of unfiltered sun

Place your bones in rocky soil upturned

Fight! For earth and reason are one

                                                     ~ R.L. Morgan


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Happy Reading,

Rebecca

Poetry Month: Celebrate Spring!

Spring

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough.

You can no longer quiet me with the redness

Of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know.

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe

The spikes of crocus.

The smell of the earth is good.

It is apparent that there is no death.

But what does that signify?

Not only under ground are the brains of men

Eaten by maggots.

Life in itself

Is nothing,

An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,

April

Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Happy Reading!

Rebecca