The Past
My Self, anchored in the past at three, inhales the earth’s nectar following the rain. Pure air, receptive soil, the world a vast cocoon of promise.
Unnoticed, earth
Worms float belly up below
Better not to know.
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worms belly up! too much water for them! Great job.
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Thanks kindly.
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It is from flooding or poisoning in some way?
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No, as I understand it and have seen it, fishing worms drown when it rains, so I guess flooding would be the correct answer. Thanks for being curious.
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I can read this several ways–the self drowning like the worms, or, for me, more likely choosing to ignore the ugly in life. What I like about symbolic poems is that there are sometimes more than one way to read them and mine might be totally different from yours. Thanks, Nan.
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Beautiful, I agree ‘better not to know.’ I enjoyed reading this poem, few words say too much.
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Even worms meet their maker. Yet they are still useful, something will eat them, even drowned, I expect. Not something children ever consider, I grant you 🙂
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Thanks, Jane. Especially after a heavy rain!
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🙂
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…unknown….earth worms float belly up. Oh my. The naivety of children……the world awaits them.
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Unfortunately, in some respect. Thank you for the reply.
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Yes, metaphorically, we are often (happily) unaware of what is beneath our feet.
Anna :o]
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Too true, isn’t it…
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According to the title, I took the worms being found belly-up as a metaphor.
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Could be, but when I wrote it I meant literally. Thank for responding.
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The worms floating is a special scene… so many thoughts in that..
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I still think of earth worms as good–indicative of rich soil, don’t bite, etc. It’s still so surprising to me that they drown in water.
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I love the smell right after the rain. It is earthy and intoxicating.
The worms are good. They aerate the soil. There is much promise of new life in soil.
It holds it ready.
I guess none of us are immune to water. We need it to live. Too much and we all go belly up.
Eventually.
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I’m so glad you know the smell! It’s real and delicious. Thanks for knowing.
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Oh, I know that smell well. You just took me back to childhood☺
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I’m so glad. Thanks for telling me!
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You are right–better not to know! This is wonderful, Nan.
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Appreciated; thank you, Purple!
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