Egal Bohen

(Earth)

Ferns


The images
That form our world
Appear as time
Our day unfurls

As leaves of ferns
Once tightly curled
Our time expands
To fill our space

With length
And breadth
With depth
And pace

To leave a stalk
Behind the fronds
Connected
To the mother place

That heart
From where
All fern buds grow

Not so different
You know
From the lives
Of you and me

Except the fact
Our fronds
Move free

Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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  • Ernestine Northover (4/19/2007 11:49:00 AM)

    What a lovely poem Egal, I really enjoyed reading this write, it was such a lovely way of explaining that we are all fronds growing from a central base. But I suppose we all unfurl at different speeds and at different times. And some don't open up very easily at all. Loved it.
    Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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