he plants seeds in pots

he plants seeds in pots

A Chapter by Emily B
"

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.

 

 



© 2010 Emily B


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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)

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Stunningly beautiful. Yes, it is just like that too. Nicely done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Oh Emily... you make me yearn for spring with this one! Although I looked in the garden today and saw some new sprouts...:) It can't be that far off! Great job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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another beautiful poem!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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takes a bit of courage to create/grow, but it's rewarding. It takes a subtle balance of action and non-action...a voice and the proper acoustics..and the faith to not worry who is or isn't listening. That's how this piece struck me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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wow! a short yet growing poem....add some more..it's really nice...:D



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Emily B

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