Poetry Prompt Series 14

I’m trying out a poetry prompt series for September, let’s see how it goes. I’ll put up a few scattered pieces.

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#14 — Buried emotions

the yard is empty.
wet mud squelching
under my bare feet.
tufts of dull green
tickle the sides of my ankles,
and i bend down,
pulling out a writhing mass.
the sun shines relentlessly,
and i can feel sweat
soaking my shoulder blades.
the harvest is poor this year,
fear has plagued the crop.
turning ripe contentment,
into rotten disgust.
i work methodically,
sorting into two heaps.
with a single
flick of my wrist,
negativity burns,
and the buried emotions
are scattered by the wind.