Posted in Poetry


What would I know
if I fell, naked,
into the grass
and did not get up for days?

What would I taste
if I waded, bare-armed,
through the cold stream
and did not drink for years?

What would I dream
if I swam, web-footed,
over the volcanic mountains
and did not inhale eternity,

that dangles between each
collision of pulse beats?

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

This is Day 27 of November and while I have not met my goal to post each day, I have been writing and editing each day.  A tip of the hat to my ‘editors’ who patiently worked through this one with me.  Any weakness in this poem is solely the fault of this writer. 🙂

Linking to dVerse Open Link Night!



A wild soul writing poetry.

42 thoughts on “Fervency

  1. I love the way your questions lead the poet… and the reader back to the answer given at the start! The path leads forward and comes back upon itself. Great write, Jilly!


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