Posted: May 9, 2017 in nature poems

At dverse tonight Bjorn Rudberg wants us to write a poem about soil.

Under a microscope
is an avalanche
of rocks and minerals

Boulders and stones
have been crushed
by elemental forces,

pounded out of vision.
Take a handful
of the remains,

fill a pot,
plant a seed.
Wait for a new world.

  1. I love how you build it up from those grains to renewal…

  2. I had similar thoughts. You put it more succinctly though 🙂

  3. Oh, the wonder of what we can see under a microscope and how you draw forth so much from what seems to be so miniscule.

  4. Love the ending especially 😊

  5. Grace says:

    It is amazing what new life and new world can spring forth from seeds and soil ~

  6. Love this. Every bit comes into play, recycled. So true.

  7. Truedessa says:

    With that soil, new life will spring forth from a seed.

  8. sanaarizvi says:

    I love this!❤️ Your poem births new hope! 😀

  9. Waltermarks says:

    Interesting, a microcosm of life under a micriscope. That’s revealing the pressure that crushed what once was boulders

  10. Lovely buildup to beauty!

  11. kim881 says:

    I like the way you’ve encapsulated the micro and the macro in your poem, Paul. That final line is hopeful.

  12. maria says:

    Waiting for that new world… 🙂

  13. faultless! you do terse to the point of mot juste

  14. “Wait for a new world.”
    Creation is an awesome thing to behold.

  15. rosross says:

    This natural world was created to recycle. From death comes life.

  16. Delightful pen here Paul.

  17. claudia says:

    oh i like – i think it’s fascinating to see how new life comes from a seed so tiny and nondescript

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