Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2026, where I am playing with poetry by generating poems in playful ways. Today's poem was inspired by Poem Dice.
Beneath the soil, lost worlds begin to rise
we brush away what time has hidden here
from buried depths, the quiet past replies
A fallen leaf lies pressed where memory lies
its fragile veins made visible and clear
beneath the soil, lost worlds begin to rise
As outline shapes appear to searching eyes
we trace their edges, hold each fragment dear
from buried depths, the quiet past replies
A deposit of small shards is our surprise
a trace of hands that once were living here
beneath the soil, lost worlds begin to rise.
We work till dusk as moonlight fills the skies
a hush descends, we slowly pack our gear
from buried depths, the quiet past replies
No truth stays buried, still the past defies
what we would hide, revealed so starkly here
beneath the soil, lost worlds begin to rise
from buried depths, the quiet past replies
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.
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