rise through core rings
sap of my maple
spread an inner ripple
on still water
running deep
as root sustains
many days
one leaf
when they are more hundreds
than fingers
uniquely veined
one breath
when lungs have heaved
22 million times like bellows
feeding your name
fell your ship's mast
shudder this breath
free me
for salt
A contest entry
- front lines or the little book of [ let some light in ] by Heart Sutra.
500 points, ended February 15, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love numbers in poems. I don't know why... but I do.
This is quite a nice piece you have here.
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This is my favorite stanza:
"one breath
when lungs have heaved
22 million times like bellows
feeding your name"
It lends itself to the value of a tree and its thankless worth to life on this planet.
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