His talons scratch / below the surface
He dabs the dirt / from my cold eyes
Is there no valor in sleep / in dreams
trees listen / with interest /
they record/my desires
the earth moves / now hot
to my touch / he’s in me / and I in him
We rise / Again
De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday. De says:
Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word dab.
36 thoughts on “Risen”
As one who as always, always believed that the trees are listening, I simply love this.
Thanks for your comment and the prompt! Trees keep their secrets well don’t they? ✨
Your totem animal?
Sure, why not? 😊 I’ve always liked the idea of the phoenix rising. Somehow this came to me. He must be in me. 💖
I love the phoenix imagery!
Well done, Tricia!
Thanks, David! 💖
Thanks for visiting! 💖
Magical, Tricia! You’ve added a dab of poetic fairy dust!
Thanks, I am going to sleep here now and hopefully the Phoenix will allow me some 💤 before rising ☺️
Ingrid said it well … a phoenix rising to sprinkle fairy dust!
Thanks, Kate! 🧚
most welcome Tricia
Whether I read too much into this or not, I loved the imagery. Very wild and savage.
Thanks, Jane! ❣️
Ah the mythical phoenix! Love this write!
Thanks, Lillian! 💖
Thanks so much! 🥰
A vibrant take on the rebirth of the phoenix. 💜❤️
Thanks, Dora! 🥰
Wow, Tricia! I read it several times to savor its magical essence. Phoenix always fascinates me too!
Thanks for your comment, Jay! ☺️
I know the feeling, waking with sand still in my eyes… good to have trees to welcome me when morning comes.
Yes, the sandman vs. the phoenix, 😆 Duality
My goodness this is good! 😀 I can’t decide whether I love the phoenix.more or this poem! 💝💝
Thanks, Sanaa! I think I was trying to get myself out of bed with that write!
Thanks for reading! 🙏