Hard scrabble
speak the ground
top down 
unsour the soil
remind yourself  an aching bone
it does not strictly count as toil
for somewhere on the sea 
a current brings 
 a boat of hope    shows no
timber 
is beyond repair     
dig    speak 
abounding 
pain speak it under     down to
where capacity 
is endless
dig the cemetery    bury
 all the things you know
get them dirty
start again
 
Dear Kerri, I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rob, I have had a hard few weeks but I am back digging. xx
ReplyDelete'get them dirty/start again'. Great poem Kerri!
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