Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

 

Found Poem 4

 

I’m rooted here not there.

Where, you ask?

Isn’t it obvious?

But knowing me I might not even see the opportunity to know the truth.

 

Let me try again,

I’m rooted here not there.

The grass dampens my feet and I feel free.

Solid ground holds me.

 

The firm turf reminds me

To look up to the sky and

Ask the stars to make my dreams come true.

Dreams are not far.

But we do need to reach out

They are rooted here.

I miss my home’s fragrant grasses.

I’m rooted here not there.

I am not there

But I wonder,

If I should just stay there alone, forever
behind the closed gate.

 

 

Attributions

https://frankhubeny.blog/

https://robertokaji.com/2016/10/26/parting-from-wang-wei-after-meng-haoran-2/

https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/in-seasoned-dreams/