As leaves fade yellow, cracked and worn,
cast on the wind, a seedling borne;
inside small kernel, thought takes flight—
though none may know where it will light.
Like buds anew, lie words unborn…
still fresh and green; unused, unworn;
and as with thaw when sap flows clear,
ideas on paper now appear.
From simple seed that has escaped
its only goal: to find true shape;
these new leaves spring—not cracked or worn,
just searching for their destined form.
Like seedling grows into a tree,
some verses bloom as poetry;
in well-read book where words adorn
the leaves fade yellow, cracked and worn.
© Ginny Brannan
January 2014
Inspired by "Under the Canopy" with Bjorn at d'Verse, which I came up too late on due to work! Mixing my metaphors for a bit of writing on "leaves."
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i like that being born with the only purpose to find its true form...i think in some ways we do as well...and in some ways in trying to do it we get it so wrong....but some do get it right...smiles.
ReplyDeleteBut this has come out beautifully:)
ReplyDeleteoh nice... i love the idea of poetry born from those simple seeds and how they find their shape and age so gracefully in an old and well worn and thousandfold read poetry book
ReplyDeleteindeed some words are seeds that fly to form poetry... perfect metered verse here... and some smooth rhymes... Love it
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for those words that do eventually bloom into poetry. I like comparing this to a seedling becoming a tree!
ReplyDeleteFrom simple seed that has escaped - Yes excellent, that simple seed that just needs planting and growing into a tree. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteImmediately I think of the thistle seed flying willy nilly and landing in unexpected places. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful extended metaphor from first to last, Ginny. This has wonderful smarts and imagination. Excellent job.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
I really love the second verse
ReplyDeleteLike buds anew, lie words unborn…
still fresh and green; unused, unworn;
and as with thaw when sap flows clear,
ideas on paper now appear.
Fabulous O poet! The imagery inviting...
ReplyDeleteWords do bloom when planted. I was going to mention the image of a dandelion full of seed fluff to blow and then I scrolled down and saw it.
ReplyDeleteThis has a nice rhyming flow..some verses bloom as poetry..a lovely image..
ReplyDeleteI think you did a great job of wrapping writing and leaves together. "still fresh and green; unused, unworn;" stands out for its elegant simplicity.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of those unused, unworn words. Beautiful imagery and smooth flow throughout.
ReplyDeleteYes, words are born of seeds....well done. :) ~jackie~
ReplyDeleteExcellent...to me the parallel between "unborn" seeds and "virginal" white paper speaks volumes! Thanks.
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Very inspiring and uplifting to read Ginny ~ I specially love this part:
ReplyDeleteFrom simple seed that has escaped
its only goal: to find true shape;
I like the similarities you underline between words growing into poetry and seeds growing into a tree!
ReplyDeleteGinny, a gorgeous and inspirational poem.
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