Wish I Were the Earth

Wish I were the earth
could open my mouth
and swallow the blur.

Turn a wail to a purr
in my warm dark house
if I were the earth.

A natural re-birth
on deep stable ground
if I could swallow the blur.

Wouldn’t leave me to murmur
my pain in your couch
if I were the earth.

A place to clear hurt
to quiet loud sounds
and dissolve the blur.

Fear turns to dirt
when it is found
that I am the earth.
I will swallow the blur.

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This was from a post from April 9, 2015 called: VILLANELLE – PRESSING AGAINST CHAOS. I was deciding whether or not to officially apply for the MFA Program at Northern Arizona University. I took a few masters classes, but decided against actually going for the degree.

This poem was in the application manuscript. I wrote it as a response to 9/11 – it still rings true to me today.

April 8, 2024
New Moon Solar Eclipse conjunct Chiron 19º Aries
Flagstaff, Arizona

image: speckle of chaos © Holly Troy 4.8.2024