Prompt: beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase,
range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield
AFTER THE SHIFT
The open range
Atop the mesa
Dropped anchor
Grew root
Buried my heart
In less than fertile ground
Deep in layers of caliche
No harvest yield expected
The wind’s current
Scours the landscape
As my heart grew in the land
The land grew in me
Sunbeams shine
Most everyday
The phrase
“A sunny day is a happy day”
Becomes a question
As there is a close connection
Between drying and dying
All that lives needs water
_______________________________
Poets United
Verse First ~ The Wild Truth
Journey to a Wild Truth
Truth that elusive thing
Hiding right in front of my face
Out of site
Hard to hold
Hard to know
It changes
Shifts
Won’t hold still
Is only for one’s self
Can never know for another
What is true
What is not
Often what is not true
Is the truest thing
I know
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