Sunday, January 4, 2009

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Dig


I dig
Way deep.
Way way deep
within me.
For hours, months, even years
in search where all is still, peaceful.
He does something.
She says something.
Something happens.
And the many selves of myself dug up
cave in and bury my resting place.
I dig. Again.
**written by petra michelle**

11 comments:

Buttercream Cottage said...

Brilliant! The pic goes great!

Enzie at World Market Portraits said...

I like it as well!

Mama Zen said...

I love this!

Sandy Kessler said...

I dig it .. Sandy

Tammy said...

Wow! That is powerful and yet still pretty if you know what I mean.

Lapa37 said...

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PV said...

Wonderful. Yes, the trick while digging is to figure out how to shore up the walls as you go. I don't think I've figured out quite how yet, but I'm sure it can be done.

Poetikat said...

We're all just perpetually digging, aren't we?

Great poem, Petra!

Kat

Tipper said...

Petra-very powerful-and meaningful. Exactly how you feel in a stormy relationship-you build it up and think it's going to hold-until the next inccident happens.

Sandra Carvalho said...

Gorgeous poem!
Loved it!
xoxo

Maithri said...

This is beautiful and so true,

Blessings of peace,

Maithri