plant a seed

plant a seed

A Poem by Emily B
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the idea is cliche, been done so many times before, yet it may grow into something taller

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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 15 Years Ago


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plants reaching hopefully: beautiful. and yes, how can one resist planting a seed. and if the seed has enough heart: beautiful !

Posted 14 Years Ago


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"and we shine enough love on it" very sweet. Great poem. Keep it up.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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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

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Great expressive and descriptive write..Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Posted 15 Years Ago


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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...



Posted 15 Years Ago


ah, those hardy perennials... before you know it - taking over the garden, sure as muck's brown ;)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 15 Years Ago


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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!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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