Grasp on the ground

with one ear
touched to the ground
the other
open towards the sun
I listen
for the pulse
of time gone by
and years to come

soft dance
of bare feet
laughter and joy
drums
stampede and cries
a drop
of water
of blood
bones
in damp soil
footprints
sealing the earth
impressions

tickly grass
overgrows
the groundís memory
but deep down
by rays of sun
infiltrating
the earth
I hear
dark secrets
being whispered







Poetry by Havetslys
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Written on 2007-08-19 at 22:08

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lastromantichero
well you are vback with a style welcome this is a beautifyu l text well done
2007-08-20


Rob Graber
Very enjoyable; builds to an impressive climax...
2007-08-20