I am born from this
earth. Seed, soil, roots and leaves
I sprawl in the sun’s
light. I cry each time it leaves.
I forgive the
darkness. Knowing, morning will come.
I kneel before the
sky. Basking, in all God leaves
I grow weak as time
wears. Quickly, I outgrow my bed.
I extend limbs outward. Stretching as tension leaves.
I expand, inch by
inch. To the sun, wide I yawn.
I expel precious
breath. To the air, my best leaves.
I wake to refreshed
air. Today brings tomorrow.
I harness moisture’s
beads. Dewdrops caress my leaves.
I share all that I
may. Aware, that love remains.
I weep tears of pure
joy. They glisten on my leaves.
I dream within my bed.
A cycle without end
I watch as the stars
shine. Changing, as evening leaves
I have all I should
need. I ask for nothing more.
I am blessed and prepared.
In me, love sprouts new leaves.
Over at D'Verse, Sam Peralta is tending the bar for this week's Form-For-All. This time we're writing Ghazals. Stop on by and read Sam's excellent introduction, where he'll explain the ins and outs of this truly beautiful form. I'm pretty sure you'll find some inspiration to try your hand at one and once you do, be sure to link it up with all the other excellent responses from the poets of D'Verse.
