Earth ocean rolls

A poem begun entirely by the Oracle, then nudged along to an ending of my choosing.


Hearts dance to the greening,

the slow dance that never ends.

Day dawns damp, sowing spangles

to coax seeds set deep

in the dark of the earth ocean,

still in winter sleep dreaming,

but spring stirs, will roll from a light swell

to storm-roar of shooting and spreading,

unfolding and unfurling, climbing

skyward towards the unreachable sun.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Earth ocean rolls”

      1. No, I guess in one way or another seeds fall. And I’m sure many must not make it where they land. I guess it’s remarkable there have been such forests and fields.

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