Gone Fallow by Lacy D PhillipsI 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 hearts 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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