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].
That's so tender , the kind of Poetry I am looking for , I love to plant and see how trees grows , waiting few years to taste the fruits, It the same with friendship and love , when you plan the seed , you just hope that it will grow and be a wonderful thing with sweet sweet fruits :) Yossi
I know this poem has a deeper meaning, but this reminds me of spring. I am hoping spring comes soon and this poem was a fresh renewing poem. I love your word choices and if the poem. great job
Dr. Jack suggests this might be referring to children, and indeed it might, as the proceeds of their adult lives certainly have to do with the care their gardener took with them when "seedlings". In a greater sense, though, I feel it applies to any goal you seek to reach. Nothing will be achieved unless those all important initial action steps--planting, nurturing, pruning, culling, even transplanting if need be--are taken timely, patiently and persistently. Lovely thought, Em!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..