The Compost Poem of Thomas Murphy
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Garbage dump tapped for gas rather than flared
When does it get clean?
When it breathes the air and sees the sun it is clean again
From what was and is no more
That which has been fermented and processed by the days of time
Covers fervent new life
The green plant growing in the ball joint of an old ladies car
Slippery mud slimy
Straw grasses reeds
Smelly leaves
Become the growing place of seeds
Layers of different rot
Which layers are best?
All the way lower are best!
They must be stirred to know!
The must be stirred uniform to have an equal grow
In nature stirred by wind
At center stirred by fork
Fervent green growth
Grows in mud that was
Good soaks of rain speed it up
I sat down to photograph a snake
The water brought it out of the grass and onto the path
My notepad gets wet and the process starts again
Ideas start on a new wet page
Old pages become compost
The nutrient slips away from it in this way
Fiber is left from the leaching decay
To form an undersoil like woven hay
That supports the new growth that’s on its way
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Thomas Paul Murphy
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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
A compost poem a type of poem where there is a form of rebirth or growth that takes place out a formation of "compost".
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