Posted tagged ‘when I was a seed poem’

Leaf No

April 13, 2016

Leaf No

When I was a seed,
all I needed was
some grounding.

But even rooted,
all I wanted was
to shoot.

When I shot up,
I seethed to leave
(not understanding what
the “F”–)

And climbed way out upon a limb
where swaying with each passing wind,
I fell to the ground again
(and here I am, and here I am).

Now, I’ve had some time to learn
more than I’d lief know
of what it means to be sown, oh yes,
and what it is to grow.


Yes, tired.  Yes, eminently drafty.  14th poem for the month of April.  Posted belated in Real Toads Open Platform, hosted by the wonderful Kerry O’Connor.  This one influenced by a song she posted whose title is Seven Years.

Pic is mine taken this morning of Central Park, modified.  Sorry if late returning comments; will be there!