i, who elements shape
find myself fault lined
crackling scorched earth
barbed wired veins
mirage burned horizon
marrow splitting
ocean starved
teetering here—
shadow upon dirt
catching the wind
*61/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Spectacularly daunting, our life on Earth. I enjoyed wandering your words, Bridgette.
Thank you! I’m glad you liked this one.
this one must’ve slid underneath your readers’ radar? I like it. I interpret it as a personal, taking stock point of view.
Thanks. I think writing so many poems and posting daily is really making my readership tank, but I sort of expected that. It’s just too much to keep up on. I’m okay with that, the point isn’t for others to read these (although that’s nice), but to grow my skills.