I wrote this in response to the ever-shifting mood of the land, as aligned with the bittersweet nature of the human condition.
Well-Trodden Earth
Boots still tread on sodden days
The sodden earth,
And on glorious days
The rich green counterpart of Heaven.
Underfoot the small stones,
The rounded stones;
Trodden waywardly.
Overhead the small songs,
The open song;
Proclaimers of the Firmament.
Hearts still beat on leaden days
The deadened thud;
And on mercurial days
The quick-paced healing throb of Eden.
Underneath the undergrowth
The quiet groaning,
Whispered serenely;
Overheard in counterpoint
In well-lit mansions;
Distanced by perennial yearning.
Boots still tread on days of Grace
The ways of Grace;
And on sure-footed days
The well-trodden tracks of this constant Abode.
Wonderful words, deep thoughts and a beautiful image. Roger
This speaks warm of the raw country appeal of well-trodden earth - the repetition reveals a penchant for classical poetic craft which is conceived with sensitive phrasing- - the verse has a calm all of it's own. An enjoyable journey through the well-trodden human pathway towards Edenic state too. A most rewarding read.
A multi-layered poem that sings to the heart. Full of literary device; I love internal rhyme and aural appeal of this poem, the imagery and metaphorical context is wholly affecting, and, above all, the sentiment is heart-touching. A real privilege to read.
Wonderful poem......classical and flowing
excellent write love he way it flows
Wow, i'm really liking this...so beautiful..
VERY NICE AND DEEP, FULL OF FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS OF THE PRESENT.