Poetry Friday is hosted by the animal loving poet and author herself, Robyn Hood Black (her name is so cool). Visit her at Read, Write, Howl to check out more poetry and touches of many topics, seasons and an animal or two I'm sure!
a seed
it sees
it breathes
the air
and varies
every breath
on wind
it glides
past the corn field
hi and bye
birds eye view
it dives and hides
an eventual
pull to end
the ride
it pops and drops
and droops
and slides
it stumbles over
blows right by
then rests on grass
a blade
or two
and doesn't
know just what to do
but lay and wait
for drops of dew
to sun itself
from noon to two
then burst and grab
and stretch
and slide
along the blades
above to ride
again the wind
will have its turn
but firmly planted
it will learn
to hold and
bend and
weave
and play
until it blows
its seeds away.
I love the 'sound' of this, Betsy. You have such rhythm, also, but patiently meandering, just like the seed! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love these words Linda. Thank you :)
DeleteEnjoyed drifting along with this dandelion, wonderful movement and rhythm in your poem. Quite a flight of fancy, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jama. This poem flowed out of my fingers the same way. I loved the idea of a seeds journey, especially on these colder days.
DeleteI can see that dandelion seed's journey in my mind's eye - I needed that touch of summer - thank you :-)
ReplyDeleteI think I needed that touch of summer too. Thanks Marjorie.
DeleteI love burst and grab. And firmly planted seems so resonant here.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you Liz!
DeleteSuch wonderful word choices throughout, Betsy! And, as others have said, the pacing and rhythm here are so suited to a seed's journey - thank you for this dandilion gift while there's a nip in the air outside.
ReplyDeleteSuch kind words, thank you Robyn.
DeleteGreat rhythm as well as assonance with the 'I" sounds...nice poem!
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks for noticing Matt!
DeleteLOVE!
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love
LOVE!
THANK!
ReplyDeleteThank, you, thank
YOU!
That was a lovely comment to find on this busy Sunday afternoon. Thank you again Mary Lee.
This is a wonderful time of year to think about seeds, hope for seeds, pray for seeds--remembering spring will come!
ReplyDeleteA splendid poem! Such wonderful word choices! This poem must be read aloud! My favorite part.....
ReplyDeleteit pops and drops
and droops
and slides
it stumbles over
blows right by
then rests on grass