I seed and I believe (writing poems)
I seed and I believe (in writing poems)
It’s like planting
an echo.
I set down in rows, words–
they want to be heard,
to sprout sounds that will carry,
to wind their way
to some stray mind, to say
I’m here–
and for that mind to reply
oh, there you are–
somehow grounding us both–
those words flying
through pleine air-
propelled at times
by the kickstart
of metered feet,
other times just flapping
for all they’re worth.
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Draft poem for Shanyn’s prompt on dVerse Poets Pub about what we’d like our poems to seed.
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ManicDDaily 
June 3, 2014 at 10:02 pm
first, nice use of pleine air…ha…i used that in a short story competition once….i like the seeding of an echo as well…ever bouncing out and back…ha. i like mine flapping…smiles.
June 3, 2014 at 10:07 pm
Ha. Yes, I actually was thinking of you! K.
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June 3, 2014 at 11:00 pm
smiles you know.. i prefer them flapping wild instead of being tied to metered feet… oh the sowing of words that grow into poems…i like
June 4, 2014 at 12:00 am
Lovely !!! may these seeds spread far and wide.
June 4, 2014 at 12:38 am
MD, you had me at that title, so damned funny! And the first line, “like seeding an echo,” hooked me (and I’ll bet every reader) from the get-go. Pleine air, ha ha ha. Brill! Amy
June 4, 2014 at 5:53 am
Oh, there you are! I love these glimpses of your heart. We’ll flap around together, shall we?
June 4, 2014 at 6:00 am
Ha. Thanks, Mary.
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June 4, 2014 at 6:21 am
I love the thought of planting an echo.. And wether flapping or metered depends on the soil and the seed –
June 4, 2014 at 6:30 am
Ha. That’s right! And perhaps the planter . K.
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June 4, 2014 at 7:39 am
Great phrasing in the opening–surely our poems are indeed the sprouts of the echos within–really a classic concept–and the whole poem has great vitality, as appropriate to the context of seed and garden. I also like the idea that they are our flags(flapping made me think of flags–I know you don’t actually use that word) mutually set out in a verbal/mental solidarity that trumps bloody symbols of state.
June 4, 2014 at 8:11 am
Flapping made me think of flags too, as in my energy diminishing hugely at the moment! Thanks. K.
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June 4, 2014 at 11:58 am
Love. I believe in the echoes you/we plant, too, whether metered or flapping. The grounding is welcome. (Do you need the word “somehow”?)
June 4, 2014 at 12:27 pm
You are right, I probably do not. All the punctuation seems a bit tortured–I wrote it last night walking in mid-town and think it really is a draft. k.
June 4, 2014 at 3:59 pm
Love how this is so alive! Wonderful.
June 4, 2014 at 6:43 pm
Karin, you’ve really highlighted the connection between seeds and words in such a wonderfully written poem. I so enjoyed the image of seeds/words as echoes.
June 5, 2014 at 12:01 am
this one is so apt for the “seeding” idea…..loved it…….
June 5, 2014 at 4:01 am
Planting an echo, yes, a garden of sounds … magnificent metaphor. I think of poems sent off on the wind to others that someone might hear, but the notion of planting them offers so much more sustenance. Thanks.
June 5, 2014 at 9:45 am
Love this! What a wonderful description of the art of writing poetry!
June 5, 2014 at 10:05 am
Thanks. k.