Suddenly, I am earth
brown and full,
alive with the many
rooted in me. Only
how does one become earth?
Supporting a foot against
the fall into nothingness,
Seeded, and then forgotten till
the flower, fruit, tree
becomes a reality.
Then you pluck them from me.
You shake any vestiges off,
you consider me "dirty".
Yes, I hear when you speak.
I watch you walk on unaware
murmuring about life
and it being unfair. Unfair!
Even as you surreptitiously wipe me
from the soles of your feet.
By
Marissa A Scott
Author notes
I wanted to write a peice about how it feels to be unappreciated. This is what came out of it. It is almost as though the poem's persona speaks back to me saying, "You think you're unappreciated! Ha! Trade places with me for the day!"
Please tell me what you think
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Mar I have been away from this place forever, and it feels good to be back (however temporary this stay is).
That said, I love this! I love the way in which the sense of unappreciation is expressed. Some wonderful imagery here!
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