A trend begins.
Jun. 4th, 2007 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowedge613From now on, I shall be yoinking bits of Bryce's LJ posts and writing poems for no reason in particular, except that Bryce seems to have stolen all the lingual insperation from the world and I'm going to steal it back. It is like a workshop prompt: take a journal entry from Bryce, and write a poem.
hehehehe.... for today:
“When you're in the ground it's hard to speak.”
Roots have stolen speech
with lips wrapped around them
swallow down
dirt.
Stones
like thoughts lie in unplowed fields.
“Silent thoughts,”
I think. Except
I spoken them in my mind
“Are they still like stones?”
Yes.
Because only stone
thoughts
hold me down
roots pull them up,
turning over
soil:
in a few hundred years
the under is above ground
and farmers pull
stone
thoughts from the fields.
hehehehe.... for today:
“When you're in the ground it's hard to speak.”
Roots have stolen speech
with lips wrapped around them
swallow down
dirt.
Stones
like thoughts lie in unplowed fields.
“Silent thoughts,”
I think. Except
I spoken them in my mind
“Are they still like stones?”
Yes.
Because only stone
thoughts
hold me down
roots pull them up,
turning over
soil:
in a few hundred years
the under is above ground
and farmers pull
stone
thoughts from the fields.
