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| artwork by Jeanie Tomanek |
she buried
it deep in the muddy soil
among old roots she laid it to rest
among old roots she laid it to rest
not knowing
it will grow and sprout
every seed
has a story to tell
and just as
the soil feeds it to develop
- so do our minds
now she
proudly stands behind it
as if it
had given her a spine
she follows
like a shadow
her touch
gentle and her step light
like a
sound of timid angels
she moves
freely, among the birds' zone
observing
and not being noticed
- a flightless bird
always
keeping an image of home
somewhere
in the back of her head
she divides
them into groups
then she
slices them up
delicious
little seeds
she
cherishes them the way they were
before they
came screaming out
- she knows their breath
now she
watches the sparks they make
and she
smiles because she knows the pain in growing
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Prompted by The Mag 184....describing the life of my poetry as well.
This is beautiful Natasa. I see that you're a midwife, and childbirth came to mind too when I read this. It works on several levels. And your final line is golden:
ReplyDeleteand she smiles because she knows the pain in growing
glad you could see it that way as well :) thank you.
Deletethere is a tenderness here that's palpable in the midst of hard fact or knowledge of what life - giving, facilitating life, entails... what happens afterward counts, & the ability to empathize with growing pains... yes, that final line, & the image of the
ReplyDeleteflightless bird
always keeping an image of home
somewhere in the back of her head
will stay with me
'Every seed has a story to tell' ..lovely line and a beautiful piece. Enjoyed reading your Mag prompt.
ReplyDelete...every seed has a story to tell --- i loved that! & we are here to be a witness to that growth of a story teller... lovely take... smiles...
ReplyDeleteSo too the seeds and pain of poetry...
ReplyDeleteone for the blackbird, one for the crow, one to rot, and one to grow -
an old indian saying planting corn...
flightless birds among the most able diggers and gleaner in the wild or swimming the Penguins risk hardships to bring the fish home to her nestlings... welcome her poets... another strong but timid angel.
now she watches the sparks they make
ReplyDeleteAnd this Mag offering makes lots of sparks. :)
Delicious little seeds, indeed...
ReplyDelete...as if it had given her a spine... i love this line, it simply express whole lot of it. Indeed she knows the pain in growing.
ReplyDeleteAnd here's to green fingers, to help the seeds grow...
ReplyDelete"she smiles because she knows the pain in growing" ~ just too good for a person like me to comment upon. Keep it going.
ReplyDeletebeautiful indeed Natasa....thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteBeautifully cultivated!
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