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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