SOURCE
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
sumanar/lekha 
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.
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.
just as the moist road under my feet sings,
telling me to move on.
But my heart chooses
to be a megalith of grief……exquisite!
The comparison of Stonehenge to your monolith of grief is an effective and moving use of the prompt
the tension of holding and letting go set in stone but I love the hint of something more organic – moving even:
“and give a shake to their roots
to go deeper,”
The moist road sings, but the megalith of grief cannot move. Nice poem.
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/.
Excellent poem – a megalith of grief – oh my goodness that is a great line. The moist road sings… I love this.
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.