Blooming [Poem]

Like a seed
the thought arrived
on westward winds
blown from foreign fields

It laid roots
and rainwater rivers
ran through
sprouting flowers
into sun-dashed days

it fled
on an eastern wind
leaving me
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.

27 thoughts on “Blooming [Poem]

    • 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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  1. 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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