Like a seed
the thought arrived
on westward winds
blown from foreign fields
beyond
comprehension
It laid roots
and rainwater rivers
ran through
sprouting flowers
into sun-dashed days
Suddenly
it fled
on an eastern wind
leaving me
distracted
by the beauty of
its blooming
Photo by Barna Kovács on Unsplash
On DVerse, the Quadrille prompt asks that we write poem must be exactly 44 words and include the word seed.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
I love those first four lines. It made me think of people complaining about GMOs contaminating their crops. An idea could be like that. But I like where you went with it.
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Haha that’s an interesting interpretation, I hadn’t thought of it that way! I guess not being a farmer I view invasive plant species as a metaphor, rather than an active nuisance 🤣 Thanks for the comment!
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Very stirring, especially the ending. It blew me away.
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Thank you for reading!
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This is exquisitely penned. And the photo is stunning also.
I love how you transition from the second to the third stanza with the bittersweet foreshadowing of “sun-dashed days”.
So true that “the beauty of its blooming” lingers. You’ve captured it so beautifully.
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Thank you so much for your kind words! I wish I could claim credit for the photo too, but its the fine work of an artist I found on Unsplash!!
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I love the first stanza, Evan, and your quadrille took me back to my past. Now I have tears.
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I’m glad you liked it, thank you!
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Even that fleeting thought can plant a seed of its own, compounding it’s beauty.
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I wasn’t thinking of the seed as a dandelion, but maybe it is, blowing away and planting seeds randomly as it goes!
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And one thought can foster another, and another. 🙂
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and another and another and another… 🤣
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I love how the thought arrives on a wind–so randomly–roots and flowers–and then drifts away. But it seems to leave something behind. It makes me think of when one wakes from a dream.
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Yes, those few moments where your dream is still visible as it drifts away!
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Yes, I love that. 😀
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I always want to go back to sleep before I lose the dream! Unfortunately I always have things to do 🤣
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🤣
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Wonderful Quadrille,, well written!
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Thank you!
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Terrific! A concise and beautiful story!
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Thank you!!
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Thoughts as seeds, of course. Love your poem …….
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!
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I really love the idea of those thoughts taking roots… like a memory maybe that can suddenly grow.
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Thank you, I’m glad it resonated with you!
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This is absolutely stunning! 💝 I so love the idea of thoughts as seeds… maybe they will lead us to better things. 🙂
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Hopefully!! 😊😊
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