Today’s prompt was to write an action poem. I chose rooting as my action. I am really weary, and this feels like half a poem, and raw at that, but I need to get to bed.
Rooting
Take root.
Root around.
Spread your roots
deep underground.
Breathe into your roots.
Put your feet in the earth.
Root into the deep soil of a poem,
seeking the truffles and treasures
that lie in hidden caverns of sound
and rhythm and image.
Root through the fertile ground
of a conversation to find the seeds
a new ideas, the gemstones of an open mind.
Send your taproot down,
further down,
where the soil nourishes
your burgeoning green.
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