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.
Spread your roots
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,
where the soil nourishes
your burgeoning green.