Sowing Seeds

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So..another friend asked me to write her a poem, and this came up… Her words after she read it were: ‘Accept my million kisses!’


But is it easy to

pick up the pen and fill empty pages

with words? Lots of words, each a single seed sowed

in the soul of the scribe. And whence might they emerge?

Might they, like grass, part the earth and stick out

their tongues to the skies in blatant mockery of god?

Or might they fall from those skies, as rain or as blessings,

dousing the pages with knowledge? Bringing euphoria –

the beat is called and the dance made: Happy Wet Day!

Or, still, they might choose rebellion: millions of protesters

surging forward…chanting crazedly…barging in!

They’re bold. They’re…you…




These words are for you!

These little words…These seeds,

Sowed in the soul of me.

You were that farmer; your love was the hoe.

Tirelessly, you worked. Tilling, clearing,

sowing…two years long…

Did you ever tire? Did your back ache

from bending for so long?

Did your hands, tender and nice,

hurt and become bloodied, for the land was

too, too, hard? Too stubborn? Did you hiss?

Sweat? Groan? Why didn’t you stop?



The seeds have grown and now are

ripe for harvesting.

Allow them to press away the aches

and soothe your pains.

These little words…These seeds;

they are for you!




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