Burrowed Light
Haikus on humility, patience, and the unnoticed heroes beneath our feet.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read
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Even in darkness, small deeds shape the world.
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The pale moon rises.
An earthworm's quiet burrow.
Body shuns the light.
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No fancy chorus.
It moves soil with its body.
Without wings for flight.
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It hears loud footsteps.
Life pressing on its soft skin.
Learns not sounds of praise.
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Roots sprout where it treads.
The soil recalls its labour,
But never its name.
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It returns at dawn,
To the dark soil where it thrives
Soil's breath now relaxes.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Well-wrought! "The soils recalls its labor, but never its name". There's something comforting in this. (Also, was it Jim? I think its name was Jim...)
The imagery is so gentle and grounding. It reminds me to appreciate quiet, unnoticed work in all forms.
We definitely take them for granted
Thanks for the fresh look at a humble earth worm! I especially like your quiet conclusion: “ Soil's breath now relaxes.”
I love how you elevate the humble earth worm with your beautiful words. This was my favorite part: "Roots sprout where it treads. The soil recalls its labour, But never its name."