Earth
Soil- beneath our feet, the ground on which we stand. Pulverized rock and organic matter- a rich humus. Fertile catalyst, womb for seed- for sprouting, thus growth. Necessary yet turbulent too, unstable, seismic, volcanic. This mantel, this crust, our Earth is a covering- for shifting plates and fault lines. And sometimes there comes a spewing of magma- molten fire ever changing, solid or quaking viable or barren fickle as quicksand's enveloping quagmire. So much like- human temperament.
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azure warrior
I have been writing poetry since my late teens. My usual topics are: society and politics, introspection, spirituality, nature and relationships. I have achieved some modest publishing successess, including 3 chapbooks and 3 books. Among the writers...
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