EARTH

Michael Edwards

 

 

EARTH

 

I crumble

the dark earth between my fingers.

provider of life.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2019 01:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Such truth,
    so few words,
    for us to know.

    • Michael Edwards

      Without it we wouldn't exist.Thanks Andy.

    • dusk arising

      I grabbed a clod and shook the sod off.
      Provider of big holes for the dead to give life.
      Once again your short pieces inspire.

      • Michael Edwards

        Short ones are all I have time for at the moment but you can pack a punch in a shortie - thanks Dusk.

        • dusk arising

          That's just what the mother-in-law said to me in bed last night.

        • orchidee

          A good write and pic M. You crumbling? Another Berles - Crum Berles!

          • Michael Edwards

            I'm apple crumbling with hot custard. Does anyone remember Nola Custard?

          • Neville

            nicely stacked words, and of course true...

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks Neville - always appreciated.

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              THNAKS UNCLE MIKE : ANGELA HERE ! 8:30 pm and another day done & dusted ! Love the CHURCH & the PACK HORSE BRIDGE makes me homesick ! Love soil an incredible substance : It really is the *PROVIDER OF LIFE !* It would cost the EARTH if we had to manufacture it : but like the SUN & MOON its just there for our use (or misuse !) Please check BRIANS POEM *This Old House* thanks.

              Blessings to You & Yours
              Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

              • Michael Edwards

                Thanks for your kind comments as always Angela.



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