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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“flood thirsty, time flushed” is just wonderful, Mish.
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’.
I like the anticipation of surprising the sun.
“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 🙂
A wonderful poem. really love the end. To surprise the sun, what a wonderful thing to be able to do.
I saw in my mind one of those strong weeds that grow out of the cracks in concrete.
Aha! Interesting because I almost chose that image. Thank you, Glenn.
This could be a rebirth, following the trying period in which we find ourselves.
Really nice line – flood thirsty, time flushed – each one by itself would have been great, nut together – wow!
“flood thirsty,
time flushed”
Interesting use of the prpmpt, Bravo!!!
Happy Monday
Much💛love
Seems written by someone who loves gardening! I love sun surprises!
I really loved the first lines of this poem. Really drew me in.
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!!
Wow, the life of a seed, flood thirsty, time flushed. Wonderful!
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.
Hear, hear! Such powerful poem.
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”
Holding fast through it all!! A fighter. Sounds like the weeds I’m at war with in my garden.
A good one Mish.
Pat
Captures well the present atmosphere of waiting. (K)
Hi Mish,
Hope you are staying safe and healthy.
Lovely poem…love the compost and recycled soil 🙂