plant a seed

plant a seed

A Poem by Emily B
"

the idea is cliche, been done so many times before, yet it may grow into something taller

"

Plant a seed, he said,

and how could I resist?

If it's got enough heart in it

and we shine enough love on it

and sit back to watch it grow.

If I am patient enough

to wait through long years

sheltering the tiny green tendrils

as they reach hopefully

through the earth

I may one day find myself blessed

with fragrant blooms

of brilliant color.

 

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
And then I had a day where I went back and asked

how do I learn patience?
I planted a seed
but I worry that the sun will be too hot
the wind too harsh
the rains drowning

He told me

just tell yourself that you're willing...the listener is deep inside, listening...


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they say "a watched pot never boils"..but that's just a misleading statement made to a curious child. It does boil, even if you're watching it. It might be more productive to chop the vegetables and throw in spices along the way, checking up on it naturally as you flow into a cooking routine. A good meal, like anything, takes love and time to be palatable...like what you're describing in this piece.
so anyway, yea..this is a nicely painted diagram of the growth process. It views like a nice watercolor. But it could also be describing the patience and nurturing required for any sort of goal or aspiration..so in that way it's universal [see review where I describe the true essence of simplicity].

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Very pretty.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my goodness what a beautiful poem stock full of wonderful wisdom :0 I'm currently growing pumpkins for Halloween, not that i'm pagan, but I love pumpkin pie. Love this write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are found blessed, Emily,

'with fragrant blooms
of brilliant color'

heart and love abounding.






Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yup , patience is all it takes to make a garden grow. lovely write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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:))) I'm smiling ear to ear because I just wrote of the same. I love your thoughts and they are painted so beautifully :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Hello,
Awesome poem, I can relate to these words. We have grown seeds that have been so small, like mustard seed's and as they grew bigger, then I started to worry, kind of reminded me of my children. I hope life is awesome for you and yours!
Light and life!
TT-TTO-NI-K
Elk

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I need this as my daily mantra. Sometimes, I think I have mastered the art of patience only to fool myself and drive myself crazy with thought. A beautiful soft piece as always. Thank you for this poem, I was so needy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The sentiment is refreshing even though you believe it to be cliche, you planted you made it your own.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

( : It is true...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is amazing and unique. Like a fresh breath of air:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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