The Monday Poetry Bus requires a poem celebrating flora or fauna if we wish to ride it today. The Weaver of Grass drives us on this bucolic tour.
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Why the Seeds Don’t Sprout
The seeds I planted in the damp earth
two weeks ago have not sprouted and I think
they never will at this point; they have failed
to crack the hard husk of their possibilities
yet inches away the wild columbine flourishes
a sunburst of yellow stars waving over lacy
leaves in brilliant profusion, and I think
this proves while my intentions were good
the wild heart always triumphs
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23 comments:
Oh, I do love this, Ms. Enchanted one. And isn't it true how triumphantly the wild heart sings!
smiles. and that no matter how much love and care you give, some will never allow their pod to crack....
though i do like a little wild...smiles.
Oh, this is so beautiful and perfect! The wild heart ... yes. yes, yes.
This is beautiful!! The wild, unexpected gift is always the best. Lovely photo!!
Oh this is such a delight to read! A very beautiful, wonderfully expressed reflection, with a timeless, powerful message at its heart. A great poem :)
This is nice. It's kind of the acceptance I'm not quite reaching with part of my post today. As a first time gardener (well, ok, a first time hand-wringer while my husband gardens) I obsessed over all the seeds.
pure delight to read :-) and lovely picture too :-)
Lovely! The wild heart represented by the Columbine (don't you just love the way that rolls off the tongue?) is wonderful!
Kat
So be it. The wild heart triumphs. Very nice writing and put a smile on my lips today. Thank you.
I love this - message, language, all.
I missed the bus. Who knows -- maybe I'll be inspired later. For now, I'm enjoying being a voyeur.
Lovely little allegorical tale. It looks deceptively simple yet I'd say a lot of work went into that.
Oh I love it - the story of my gardening life in poetry! I particularly like that triumphant last line - thanks for hopping on my bus.
This is beautiful. Two lines shone out for me;
"to crack the hard husk of their possibilities"
and of course,
"the wild heart always triumphs".
But they are just part of a very organic whole. Loved it!
this soooo appeals to the rebel in me for some strange reason....
"the wild heart always triumphs"...love, love, love this line! Super poem! xoxo
I was waiting for what seemed like forever for my seeds to sprout. I thought my packet of seeds must have been duds. I was almost going to dig up the soil and put some potted flowers in. On the day I was ready to go to the nursery to buy some plants, the first bean sprout poked through the earth. It was the most beautiful thing ever. I would have cried if I had dug up the dirt and found them all just beneath the surface. I'm glad I waited. - G
Nature v us. Indeed "the wild heart always triumphs"
the wild columbine is my favorite, and the seeds unsprouted were possibly too old from a long, dead season. I am trying to figure this out myself.
Yes... thw wild heart always triumphs.
I love the wild heart. I have one myself.
Just gorgeous sentiment! and a powerful dangling last line :-D
I like this. It feels a very complete piece...and I like that.
x
I love this.... especially the "hard husk of their possibilities" and the "wild heart always triumphs". Such a pretty photo, too! :)
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