poetry critical

online poetry workshop



Digging the past
Rossant

Under Grove street
 1
I recount my Mother grew hydrangeas,
 2
oftten urging us to eat our greens
 3
or she'd slip some plant seed
 4
in our salads.
 5
That's why I prefer the tilled soil
 6
there's no danger in good intentions
 7

8 Jun 16


(define the words in this poem)
(96 more poems by this author)



Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha

Comments:

Recent Best (expand)
0.46s