Rooted to Woe

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The moist road under my feet sings

while the glossy grass

carefully hold their dots of blooms

against the naughty wind in their playful mood.

This bonny morning

pulls me into

its enormous foyer of exuberance;

where trees enjoy monsoon manna

and give a shake to their roots

to go deeper,

where merry brooks

weave their delight into babbling tune

just as the moist road under my feet sings,

telling me to move on.

But my heart chooses

to be a megalith of grief.

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics: Flexing your verbs hosted by Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com

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9 thoughts on “Rooted to Woe

  1. Some wonderful imagery in this poem, Sumana. I like the verbs you chose, and the contrast between the brightness of the scene and the grief in the heart of the speaker is very effective.

  2. I love your ode to a bonny morning landscape, Sumana! I particularly enjoyed:
    ‘The moist road under my feet sings’;
    ‘where trees enjoy monsoon manna
    and give a shake to their roots’;
    and
    ‘where merry brooks
    weave their delight into babbling tune’.
    The ending arrives with a heavy sadness that hits the reader hard.

  3. Grief can turn to stone, but even stone can be worn away by water. I liked your poem a lot, as it works on several layers. I liked the lines /the bonny morning/pulls me into/its enormous foyer of exuberance/.

  4. This is full of such wonderful phrases! I’m not sure how much choice there is, though, with grief. The process can be very gradual.

Thank You :)

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