clean (this soil, my air)

Inspired by the phrase ‘form’d from this soil, this air’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

too long
have I

too few
the times

my hand
has reached
to smooth the soil

I know my soul
seeks balm
and I know
where I
should seek it

too often my gaze
is filtered
through a rippled pane

and so often I wish
I could see
in the garden
a proof

of my own working

a bootprint
and a plant beside it
growing green
as I’d desired

succour for a heart
right from my soil

breathing my air

releasing me



Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways?

Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.