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
annellannell 
sometimes dropped in the less than fertile ground we are able to grow in new ways…and as we grow in it, the land can grow in us….like that annell…
I’m grateful for the gift of having lived in so many different landscapes – there was a time when I thought ” how can anyone or anything live in the desert” but now I know the dry places on earth have their own special secrets and they manage to survive on just a few tiny drops of water – how strong and resiliant they must be. I am amazed by that.
Love those final lines, so much truth there.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
I wanted to invite you to participate at the prompt I am hosting at my blog (not that invitations are required lol) I would really love to have you =)
Nature seems to manage whatever the environment. It is only man that makes a mess of it. Trouble is we are so stubborn!
sometimes what we think of as less than fertile ground could eventually hold our truth. Liked reading these two poems back to back.
Like the speaker in your second poem, I find myself in less-than-fertile ground, wondering how much longer it will be until I am able to drive my roots down into rich loam.
Or perhaps you are the bulb, waiting, for the proper time to burst forth….May Sarton, was it Plant Dreaming Deep? Something magic is happening…even when we don’t know. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Love all of your words. Commented on the third one already. Like the other two for their vivid imagery of landscape and environment. Who are we to decide what is fertile ground? For each of us, it is different and it takes years to know that we are nourished and growing.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/before-breaking-silence/
A lovely and thought-provoking wordle.
A great sense of the landscape.
You landed in some really harsh terrain, difficult to adjust at first, but after living there for a while you begin to love it, despite all its shortcomings, I suppose!!