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Gone Fallow

by Lacy D Phillips

I was strong, once,
I remember.
Deep roots enough
to cantilever emotion
when it weighed more in my palm
than feelings.
With my left hand outstretched I grope
for a stronghold on meaning
and my heart’s retreating
from the harm it could unleash
if given leave to speak.
It is over-filled with need
where love should be.
And I…
I am slave to rot
and withered leaves.
Where growth should reign
and blooms sustain me,
I am fallow.

01/16/2004

Author's Note: I abhor the title to this. I should have liked to have something more imaginative, but I spent myself on the metaphores and ran dry. Any suggestions greatly appreciated (as always).

Posted on 01/17/2004
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips

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