It’s all about where you’re sown
the quality of the soil
and how deep the roots go
Geologists have found traces of gold in gum leaves
their thirst required further digging
deep down into a golden vein
for some the surface is preferable
despite the thirst for more
when digging reveals only calcified deposits
fool’s gold glitters on fragile shells
tossed over in waves upon gritty sand
those wise pearls forgotten like driftwood
sand doesn’t bind the way it should
it sifts through cracks with ease
and digging becomes a useless pursuit
when trying to make sense of the pain
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lotta truth in those last couple lines…digging while trying to make sense of the pain…and the opening lines too…i dont know if we really grasp how much where we are planted plays into our quality of life.
We don’t have much choice in where we are sown, do we? It is all a matter of fate, I think. And as far as pain…..Pain is hard to make sense of, I think….most often we cannot find reason no matter how hard we try!
So true ” digging becomes a useless pursuit when trying to make sense of the pain”…nicely written 🙂
Balance in life is to both dig deep and grow high.. and that last sentence really ties it together.
We don’t have a choice about where we’re born, who our parents are, where we’re raised and schooled – but we do have a choice about how we treat otheres around us. Do we fill their lives with gold or grit?
digging really does become useless when trying to make sense of the pain
Great metaphor – even when trying not to sift down, there’s always someone trying to wind you up or bury you. Cool write!
You totally have me hooked on this. Love this!
Good poem, the ending perfect.