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Torn from slumber, green
leaves not ready to detach
fight on to remain.
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by Scooj
Tag: Metaphor
Unexpected
All was calm and still
when thunderbolts came crashing
to disrupt our life.
by Scooj
Hope fading
The elves are leaving
Middle Earth never to come
back; my sad heart weeps.
by Scooj
Between my finger and my thumb
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
Natural adventures 