the earth has teeth

and the roots
lie deep

like venomless snakes
weaving underground
pottery,
dancing to

these lovely
deathsongs.


maybe
we are all mere humans
mortal and coiled
against

a tide of coffins
like caves

with weaknesses
and love nestled
in the vines
of our hearts

and maybe
where we go
in the end

is where the earth
devours us
with teeth
and flowers
and blades
of dirty grass.

• On Saturday, September 13, 2008, The Zebra Warrior (2210) wrote:
  
  I like the dark symbolism; especially 'venomous snakes' clsoely followed by 'deathsong'...there's a touch of the primeval in this; totem gestures that serve up as a kind of mystical incantation upon the everyday...and the title too serves as the leaping ground to the next level of energised, semi-apocalyptic thought: devoured by the earth and its humanistic components - etc..powerful and evocative and devouring in itself
  
  
• On Friday, September 12, 2008, snowdrop (2154) wrote:
  
  I am still a huge fan of your word choice for your imagery. I have never paid witness to such flawlessness again and again. You magick some things that would possibly be considered mundane to the blind eye into art. You weave tragedy and beauty together with invisible thread, though the ink is definitely evident, as is the beauty of your words. You create a path of light, even when you speak of destruction. You not only give life to words, but you give substance and tangibility to thought and surpass the equivalents of genius, and even your own former path you have carved. You have continually made speculatively "taboo" subjects into something that not only excels the words and ideas of beauty and brilliance and genuinity and masterpiece, but defines them.
  
  
• On Friday, September 12, 2008, snowdrop (2154) wrote:
  
  Perhaps that is because you have no set criteria for writing. You know what you like and what you don't and you do have expections of yourself, maybe your personalized version of your worthiness or some desire to exceed your own expections or what has already been written, instead of just those around you. Perhaps, that is because you do not truly realize how gifted you are with language. Perhaps, that is because you (as I am) are most aware and see the most when you see your own thoughts before you. You just see what is and what it isn't. You never cease to astonish me, in every way. You are such a vocal writer, though I think it takes a little more than just reading your poetry to actually hear it. There is always so much more there. Forgive me for my rant. I just want you to know, you truly inspire me. And you have bewildered me to the point that I am no longer bewildered by your craft and the aftermath that ensues. You have changed me, not only through your words and the images they gift me, but simply by knowing you and sharing so many experiences with you.
  
  
• On Friday, September 12, 2008, snowdrop (2154) wrote:
  
  Know that I love you like I love none other. My love for you is its own, completely, but never in completion, for it grows with each fraction of a second, each beat of my heart, each tremble of wings, and each blink of my eyes. You and your poetry knows no time, and I must say, your legacy will be a hard one to live up to. I jest.
  
  
• On Friday, September 12, 2008, snowdrop (2154) wrote:
  
  Sister, I thank you most sincerely, from the depths of my being for never ceasing to be you, the intoxicating wonder that you are. I thank you for the volumes that you speak and that you have been the muse of within me. I thank you for always giving me hope. Always.
  
  
• On Thursday, September 11, 2008, Narcissa (747) wrote:
  
  I have never been so afraid to walk in the grass...love it.
  
  
• On Monday, September 8, 2008, raskal (213) wrote:
  
  love the way this ends. seems like quite a bleak thought, but some really great and piercing imagery.
  
  
• On Friday, September 5, 2008, TropicalSnowstorm (681) wrote:
  
  "the earth devours us with teeth and flowers and blades of dirty grass"...that is very cool imagery! Loved this one. Ciao, T/S
  
  
• On Friday, September 5, 2008, What Limes (119) wrote:
  
  somewhere between Buk and Whitman. Interesting!
  
  
• On Friday, September 5, 2008, The Prophet Untold (523) wrote:
  
  Such vivid imagination and sense. Almost like some old nursery that never leaves you in the same frame of mind as you we're in a child. You grow and learn things, that make fun rhymes into dark lit fantasy. Dreamlike. +tpu+
  
  
• On Thursday, September 4, 2008, carlosjackal (1804) wrote:
  
  *lays down to be chomped upon* Fantastic write. This makes me think of George Carlin's quote that humans are a bad case of fleas that the Earth will eventually shake off. Love it :)
  
  
• On Thursday, September 4, 2008, carlosjackal (1804) wrote:
  
  ..and the way the finale snaps the title into sense..Genius.....