I write to entertain myself in These titles mean nothing.
- April 29, 2019, 11:36 a.m.
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Seeds
A seed is a beginning
But first it was an ending
A promise
A self-contained unit of continuing life
We carry seed with us
We make new life
We do it discriminately, indiscriminately
We care for our seedlings, we walk away.
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hollow book ⋅ April 29, 2019
Purple Dawn ⋅ April 29, 2019
You write well. I appreciate that you let us read some of the things you write for yourself. The poem is touching, almost sad, I like it.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ April 30, 2019
Writing is kind of like the visual arts...taking a concept into the tangible so the reader/viewer can transform that into their own conceptual interior.
woman in the moon NorthernSeeker ⋅ April 30, 2019
they are very similar. accessible communication, acts of will, etc.
MageB ⋅ April 30, 2019
Yes.
Serin ⋅ May 01, 2019
They are promises. Which makes it very annoying when you get one that's died.
Sugar Magnolia ⋅ May 02, 2019
I like this.