“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, June 17, 2016
Watering wants
Starting with a seed
that has broken its hull
which contains all spores
solidified
which is the same as
visualizing the details
And so where to sow is also
of grave significance
to its future growth.
The miracle is in waiting
and forgetting
you are waiting
this is the cultivation
of fertilization.
Nor will you know
where or when or how
until there are disturbing signs
of a breakthrough below,
still too slow
to see move-ment
Lightly,
nourish the belief
that wishes dig deep
and are just enough
to support the heights and weight
of multi-layered wants and
buried wishes
that may flourish
or become part of more
starting with a seed...
Painting By Целебровский, Пётр Иванович (1859-1921) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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