he plants seeds in pots

room for growth

the smiling creator

takes his light in his hands

and whispering something

of lovely summer

places tiny seeds in pots

and hovers close

anticipating the joys

of imperceptible growth.

 

 

Reviews

[raining]

whispering earth, sod, voices I can hear outside a window, this poem gives much to the reader. "whispering something of lovely summer" is good. The idea of a creator leaning over his creation is close to the heart, like a prayer might be of the imaginings of a smiling creator. thanks raining (back)

[TL Boehm]

Ah this is splendiferous Emily!

[Emily B]

our old friend Joseph Crow Riley has another profile, Tam, I spent half the morning, sunning myself in his words. Have you met Father R J Owles yet? He's making me feel good about that religion word again :)

[TL Boehm]

I haven't. I should go shamelessly stalk him. I'm good at that.

[Emily B]

I admired him before. He knocks my socks off now.

[paul]

more great stuff from a brilliant friend

[celyn]

Short and refreshing..
A lovely write :)

[Lola Nation]

what a divine thought.

[Angie]

I am a fan of short- to the point poems. I also like poetry that can be applied to more than one situation so that a personal meaning can develop for the individual reader. I am not sure that the word imperceptible fits quite right...something about the transition from the anticipation of growth to that growth being small or faint. However...the fact that a small barely noticeable growth could still bring such joy is a great concept and stands up to the value of the creators heart. Maybe the word impending or impercievable? Lovely, either way.

[deeps]

This is so beautiful and ever so wonderful! It makes me think of nothiing can grow without love. Very well said

[TamiViolet]

How lovely, Emily. I agree with Sue, just as is, for it says so much in so few words. In general, I like poems that are shorter. Quality not quantity in poetry...but you know that because you're one of the elite.

Imagery is remarkable as is the 'soft' flowing touch....like a breath of fresh air...overflows with anticipation and possibility...

[Ed Hart]

just think, it's still going on...not one zip of separation between that end of the clock and now...ain't it grand?