A fragile seed caught in a snare
Of tangled twigs that hold you there,
As I am held within a thrall,
Together we will share despair.
Rude winds that blow us to and fro
When all we wish to do is grow,
We know the rules, and we would pay
In this world of quid pro quo.
We wait to see if winds will turn,
As for the fertile earth we yearn,
And pray before the winter come
That final lesson we can learn,
That final lesson we can learn.
A contest entry
- Semi Quickie: Picture Prompt by mgmc.
700 points, ended November 2, 8 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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As a gardener it is often frustrating sowing seeds with no results only to find the few that got accidentally spilled on a stony path have germinated. When one thinks of the millions of seeds produced by trees perhaps it's as well they don't all manage to survive.
How often do we ourselves sow seeds of discontent, or plant an idea in a fertile mind.
I love those speeded up pictures of seeds germinating they show in wildlife documentaries
I think the lesson we learn is that we all need the right conditions to grow and thrive
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Sowing the seeds and resting the old
to the paths of which a new year shall bring forth
Beautiful
best wishes
Julie -
Very interesting and creative interpretation of the prompt. I like that you build yourself literally into the piece. It also feels heartfelt to me. Not sure that the "intuition" piece of the prompt is considered. Otherwise I like it a lot. Hopefully fertile earth will reveal itself under your feet. I see its presence. Thanks for your entry and all the best!!
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I really liked this!
Great title and take on the prompt. I like your rhyming style.
Good luck in the contest
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