trays of strawberry seedlings
lined with newspaper and packed with soil
by a little boy’s hands
stacked in the market cart
by a man’s strong arms
lined with pages torn from yesterday’s
obituary section
where an old man's face stares up
into black dirt
--for Poefusion
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Friday, June 06, 2008
Strawberry Seedlings
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4 comments:
A very vivid and poignant image... is this something you'd seen or something imagined? The idea of the dead man's face staring into the dirt is very powerful.
wow tiel,, that was deep.. i really love where you took me with that,, kind of led me there,, and then dropped me off the edge... great work!!!
What beautiful use of the prompt words. This is a very powerful poem. I really enjoyed the way you ended it.
Have a wonderful Sunday!
Jane
Very strong images sent forth in this powerful write. Love the ending where you have the old man's face looking up into black dirt. Incredible poem. Have a nice day.
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