22nd day of National Poetry Month. My draft poem of the day honors “Earth Day”. A little obliquely, I admit.
One Kind of Earth Day
We dug well beyond blisters.
The earth was not like the dirt at home–
yellow, dry, always hard-packed below
its aura of dust.
This was soil; it held ground, sweat
of its own accord, curled wormlike,
clung rootlike, and was dark enough
that we were sure it hid black crude
just beyond the point of our spade.
When it oozed, then pooled,
our certainty turned to disbelief even as,
Eureka, we ran to tell
our grandmother she’d be rich.
As it was, she had to pay
to get the pipe fixed.
This poem was kindly distinguished by a Perfect Poet’s Award from Promising Poet’s Parking Lot, a very active website supporting the writing of poetry. Thank you so much, Ava, and all those being PromingPoetsParkingLot Blog.
I am supposed to nominate another poet from the participants. Frankly, they are all interesting and promising poets, and it’s a very hard choice, which I’d rather not make, but since I’m supposed to do it, I’ll name NefariousX, a very subtle funny poet I discovered this evening.
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