More Than Dirt...

[anirbas]

Impending storms
encroach upon
the atmosphere

The air is laden
with the heaviness
of possibility
and transformation

In this moment
the storms
rage and range
miles away

While here,
it is quiet...
Quiet as a babe
in the womb
about to be born

Loud as the myriad
mouths of the earth
drawn drought wide
and deep chanting
singing praying
dry voices
agony
twisted

Begging
for a catalyst...
Begging for moisture...
For one chance more...
To become something more than dirt...

[sergosa]

Wow!
Powerful, very powerful work!
Exalt.
S. (R.Y.)

[anirbas]

(Big smile) Good evening, Sergosa! A treat to "see" you here, in "real" time!
Thank you for the read, comments and exalt!

[sergosa]

Yep!
Dear lady! Here just morning! Ha-ha!
No worry! I always ready to serve you!
Best regards, S. (R.Y.)

[anirbas]

That is good to know, Sir Grey and thank you. For who knows? There may come a day, I shall need to rely upon you for your loyalty...(spoken like lines from the old movies about court intrigue in the middle ages and such...haha)

[moseley]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that is a most masterful mudpie awaiting the breath of life...!

[anirbas]

Moseley, I did not realize you had commented on this mudpie of a poem...Thank you for the read and comment!

I wondered if anyone would deduce the unspoken/unwritten last word of the poem was mud. Thought of adding it...Sounds as though you got it!