A. C . M.


In Vivo (1/3) - Poem by A. C . M.

Spring is here again
We all wait for the first blades to come to light
while regrets are the worms that squirm through the soil
until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away.

No day is ever the same,
Yet all experiences are the offspring of interaction
And every interaction sows something
Sometimes, it's just a clash of the pollinators.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

a swish of verses from the Bible
subject to change

(Battle has been used)

Comments about In Vivo (1/3) by A. C . M.

  • Kevin Patrick (4/8/2019 9:53:00 PM)

    egrets are the worms that squirm through the soil
    until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away.

    captivating and immersive lines, perhaps april is not the cruelest month. A lovely spring poem, filled with hope and potential.
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  • (4/8/2019 8:18:00 PM)

    How well Nature
    Carries out her blessed functions
    How badly we mess everything up,
    Except for this poem,
    Which is on the up and up.

    Really liked it very much!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 8, 2019

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 14, 2019


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