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I am a seed

without a season

buried deep

in the cold compost

of my dreams

flood thirsty, time flushed

endless roots reaching

for the reason I rise

but I will not wilt

in recycled soils

I am hidden

only to surprise

the sun

 

 

It’s Quadrille time at dVerse. Pen us a poem of 44 words including the word “flush” or a derivative. I am your host. Doors open at 3 p.m. The prompt is open all week.

 

 

 

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20 responses »

  1. “flood thirsty, time flushed” is just wonderful, Mish.

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  2. I know today’s prompt word is ‘flush’, but isn’t ‘burgeon’ a fabulous word? I love your seed without a season, Mish. I just want it to feel sun on its cold compost dreams and shoot out to surprise it! I also love ‘time flushed’.

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  3. I like the anticipation of surprising the sun.

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  4. “I am hidden only to surprise the sun” What a delightful flipping of the script. No wonder the sun shines with so many wondrous surprises 🙂

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  5. A wonderful poem. really love the end. To surprise the sun, what a wonderful thing to be able to do.

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  6. Glenn A. Buttkus

    I saw in my mind one of those strong weeds that grow out of the cracks in concrete.

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  7. This could be a rebirth, following the trying period in which we find ourselves.

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  8. Really nice line – flood thirsty, time flushed – each one by itself would have been great, nut together – wow!

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  9. “flood thirsty,
    time flushed”
    Interesting use of the prpmpt, Bravo!!!
    Happy Monday

    Much💛love

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  10. Beverly Crawford

    Seems written by someone who loves gardening! I love sun surprises!

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  11. I really loved the first lines of this poem. Really drew me in.

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  12. A great poem. Seeds are most amazing things… they can lie dormant for years and still germinate with the right conditions.

    ..and surprise the sun!!

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  13. Wow, the life of a seed, flood thirsty, time flushed. Wonderful!

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  14. Lots to like here – particularly how the alliteration – “roots reaching / for the reason I rise’ gives the poem movement in the second half down to the conclusion. Sun better watch out.

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  15. Hear, hear! Such powerful poem.

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  16. the first two lines alone give pause for thought and so much imagination grows from them. Also they are lovely just to sound over and over
    “I am a seed

    without a season”

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  17. Holding fast through it all!! A fighter. Sounds like the weeds I’m at war with in my garden.
    A good one Mish.

    Pat

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  18. Captures well the present atmosphere of waiting. (K)

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  19. Hi Mish,
    Hope you are staying safe and healthy.
    Lovely poem…love the compost and recycled soil 🙂

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