Water Sign
I look for the hidden
river, watch for some sign
it is quickening in the unknown
place, meaning to feed the roots,
soften the ground. Let us dig.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
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Well, as often, I'm wowed by what your line-breaks achieve. Each of the 1st three lines can stand on its own; in fact, I've let myself pause at the end of each, taking in the line's image.
Then each moves on, "quickening," to feed the poem's roots. "Let us dig," indeed.
I notice too how "hidden…sign…unknown" all point to mystery. I feel that this poem delineates our very life.
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