(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day … You write, too.)
Ice solid
from slumber,
the compost
sleeps, and still,
we keep placing
blanket after blanket
of grinds, decay and
peels: a pea,
to find a princess
Peace (in the bin),
Kevin
Wow, Kevin…this beautiful, evocative placement of words slides me into deep contemplation…
This is such an evocative piece of writing and finds beauty in something that I would never think to write a poem about.
Kevin, I love this winter image poem with that interesting last line. Stay warm! Your neck of the woods has had many a cold day this winter.
You leave me thinking that we are waiting for the Spring Princess with flowers and green grass.
Lovely! What a unique topic! I can’t wait for spring.
I’m so intrigued by the idea of sleeping compost… and I love the last line! I so love small poems!
Sometimes, I just look around the yard for topics to write about — as you do with your camera at the beach
Kevin