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


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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You are the perfect gardener, Ed said it best. This is so lovely and warming on such a cold morn. Smiles, Emily

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


The meaning can be be anything - what life offers, and this tells me: I need to be patient. And a dream lexikon says:To dream of seed, foretells increasing prosperity, though present indications appear unfavorable.
sweet small poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, I suspect you are writing of your children.
The one or two I have read about are a joy
and I wonder what would my life have been
should I have had a more thoughtful mother
as I imagine you to be.
We could be talking about peas here!
Love to you all,
Jack

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poem is wonderful. We plant seeds all through our walk in a life. We can grow and do great things or died alone in a empty field. No wasted words in your poem. A pleasure to read this morning.
Coyote


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are the perfect gardener....

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

you have such a command of lovely images and language that is delicate
and beautiful! Wonderful work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful write just brimming with life lessons..
Excellent, Emily!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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