Poem: The Sower

artwork by Jeanie Tomanek 

she buried it deep in the muddy soil
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.