what profits the seed
who compulses
convulses
with urge to release
its pale essence
to shoot forth its
tender and tentative embryo
into the warm wormy soil
defying suggestions
of gravity reaches itself
up and up
breaking surface
to find greening rays of the sun
rays that carry tomorrows
from heaven to earth
what profits the seed
is fulfilment
the sense of met purpose
one focus
one moment
one job to be done
continuity realized
with deft execution
the broken shell
remnants of seedcoat
now satisfied
knowing it gave of its life
to the larger imperative
moving the spark of existence
from then to again
You have described the determination of the seed and the hope of tomorrow for its growth. It can be ambiguous and it is empowering.
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much appreciated
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I think that you just summed up the whole purpose of life in one very well written, and beautiful, poem.
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your kind words are greatly appreciated, michael
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You combine the ‘actua’l to stay as is and/or become the ‘metaphor’ with panache
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cheers, mike
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We’re not talking about gardening here, are we! Gifted verses . . .
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thanks kindly, Peter
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Beyond beautiful–speechless here.
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thank you most kindly
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Welcome.
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Oh, my, that was sexy.
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now, there’s a word I haven’t heard in a few decades
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ha ha…..I get it. Seedy. Sexy. The poem is lovely, as is the painting. Roots push down to raise a new life up. A hopeful push-up. Oh my, I have been exercising too much. 🙂
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appreciate your thoughts
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