The prompt for this Sunday reflects that idea. Write a "seed" poem. It could literally be a seed of a plant, of an idea that sparks a greater effort. It could be the beginning of a life, or whatever you feel would be the start of something big. Get started. That's a beginning in itself.
OF DANDELIONS AND MANICURES
One edges, tidies, snips, and trims,
Who knows nothing of dreams and whims.
One scatters dandelion seeds,
Who understands a daydream’s needs.
By Marie Elena
(Dedicated to our mutual friend, *Jerry Walraven [“Chev”], who knows of dandelion fluff and other whimsical wonders. Chev, we are gravely sorry for your loss, and pray for God’s healing comfort.)
Hearts ablaze in an unquenchable fire.
It is desire of the highest power.
It has been left to burn unattended.
It was a cold ember, a lump of coal
sparked with the excitement of a single touch.
Now burning brightly; love inflamed
by Walt Wojtanik.
Happy poeming to all, and enjoy this "Garden Walk" with us today, every Sunday, and continuing throughout the week.