Your pomes will walk across without getting wet and without falling in dirt upon reaching the shore. I enjoy these twists or your words carrying me along. Nicely done sir.

Finished or not...I like the sense of yearning you evoke here. Write on my friend! MFS

Mmmmmm, a shape shifter you are. The poet, the shapeshifter, nature, regal...it rocks, Charlie!

A new favourite of mine Charlie. This shines in all the right ways in all the right places in my opinion.

Wonderful, well-crafted poetry, Charlie. The natural world as a symbol for human consciousness makes for such interesting writing, I think. And where there's life there's 'dirt', keeping it real.

i want more... so please, don't let it eat dirt... unless that's where it needs to be to grow.

I think you were successful in all these wishes for your poetry. As for eating dirt... a healthy Poetree eats dirt, drinks rain, supports that resting great eagle, casts cooling shadows on the marmoset and absorbs sunshine to grow leaves, sometimes blossoms and fruit... so by all means, feed your poetree some dirt! We've nothing but benefit from it :-D

This concise pome has everything Charlie. A great opening that lures the reader in, a fascinating yet concise story line crowned by a superb closing line that draws the reader back for another read.

I like when the poem is skipping from stone to stone without you being wanting of its skipping, or busy getting to the poem and not the poem about poeming. I dunno, I am a hack.