Sunday, July 31, 2011

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Dig


I dig --


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**

3 comments:

i beati said...

love it I wrote a few this weekend. Starts out dishevel my dishevelment where did that come from ??lol I know where piled up work and disenchantment because I'm stuck in the heat..sk

Anonymous said...

What is happening in Washington right now would have me digging!
;)

I Dig works on so many levels.

Lovely Petra! :)

Anonymous said...

oops. that was me K. :)