I wanna be a mangrove I wanna be a mangrove. Like giant dark alien fingers Astride upon the earthThen suddenly frozen still.Exposed their roots areStoic and statuesqueA labyrinthine force of Sheer. Iron. Will. How come they beSo naked and so free?Such strength in full viewHolding steady in the breeze.I wish I knewTheir sturdy skilful secretStanding … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #50