Blessings meter still half full
AP: 3rd place 2026
Are we unaware? of our awareness
Dig deep,
Now is not the time
To act like sheep.
Yes it’s not easy to find
Some sense and connect
To our feet.
Dig deep
Maybe now it’s good to go down to our cellar
And take a peek
Dig deep, digging in the dirt
Will expose our fears
And a heart that hurts
Maybe we even think that death is here,
But just behind her, is always a second birth,
And under the layers, we’ll uncover
A hidden treasure, just waiting for us
Waiting to be discovered.
Dig deep,
The Moon she knows
And when we slow down or stop,
Whispers to our Souls
And reminds us
That we don’t belong in boxes and holes.
Dig deep
We all need to find our way back home
We were simply asleep and felt lost,
Separate and alone.
Dig deep,
Even when at first glance,
The wells seem empty and dry,
The road feels steep and it’s hard to advance
And the clouds, thick and cover the sky.
Dig deep,
Ignore your head
And take baby steps,
Like: cleaning the kitchen
And making your bed.
© Sangeet Portals April 2022
I wonder, why would someone dig in graveyards in the night
If they knew that I was here, they would get such a fright
A spade digs in the darkness, I can hear but cannot see
Digging in the darkness doesn’t make much sense to me
Could it be that there’s illicit actions going on
Could it be that someone’s got a body they want gone
Still they dig, they’re going deep, I hear the soil shift
I’m in no doubt they’re getting rid of someone that they’ve stiffed
I keep my presence secret as they dig into the ground
Then all at once I hear a slightly hollow wooden sound
They’ve come upon a coffin that they didn’t know was there
A final resting place but they proceed without a care
They should just drop the body in that's needing to be hid
I hold my breath when one of them decides to lift the lid
The moonlight makes me blink and as my bony grin grins wide
I say, ‘Try another cubicle… this one’s occupied.’
14 October 2021
For Contest: Something Spooky
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
=============== Dig Deep - RIP
A pine box needs room
is it mama or papa
dirt covers the sins
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Dragged through the dirt; your defender
You once deemed me a dependent, now demeaned and discarded despite I delivered
Disposed of; drowning in your ditch detaining the debris of much deeper dilemmas
Distracted for days
Your destined departure, a deceptive directive to disband with no decency to declare your decision
Dispelling all divinity, destroying your dignity
Desperately decoding each direction; detach the doubts from the definite or demand a dream till I deteriorate
Daring to dive into my desolate dome and disengage the demons daunting me
My defense is devotion against the dark and devouring depression
Deadlocks defused and the damage dissipates, drifting till duality finds design or divides
Can I now burrow that deep hole?
The place I know, so near the bank
of that one river where the leaves
near touch the water flowing slow.
That is where whispers talk to wind
where earthy fragrance soothes my soul
Can I dig deep, reveal the place
that brings me sleep, that gives me peace?
Where ripples gently kiss my feet,
where flowers smile at willows sad
to give them strength, so tenderly.
If I sit here for this last night,
cover my legs with stardust light,
can I be in this bed of clay?
Can I sleep there in peace, and stay?
***
April 12, 2017,
Iambic tetrameter,
Copyright © Darren White
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