plant it, type it, tell it, go
By Jen Playgroupie | March 12th, 2012 | Category: Featured 2, HeatherEO, Poetry, Thursday 2 | 43 comments{by Abby of Dear Abby Leigh}

i dream that i can write them grown,
to color and brazen bloom.
words like rain offer sudden life
to deep and buried truth.
drought has no place here in dream-dirt,
all is fecund soil.
the heat of plowing fingers, warms,
rewards the constant toil.
the sweat is sweet.
it sings of spring.
surprises emerge from weeds.









