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Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Handful of Seeds?

 



For today's prompt (the first Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month),
write a make sense poem and/or don't make sense poem.


It doesn’t make sense that something so little and brittle should kindle such joy
The rush of elation roused by contemplation of what waits within its employ
Of places to wander and graces to ponder as wonder its plunder beholds
Completely breath taken by what will awaken, that raindrop and sun-kiss unfolds

Each April as surely and sweetly and purely as winter’s traces disappear
A feeling comes stealing, nay, reeling and pealing like bells tolling in the new year
As seeds for the garden (so seemingly common) then, utterly awe and amaze
And fill heart-recesses with thrilled happiness-es that spill into anthems of praise

Because we remember stunning petal splendor, the fruit of our labour’s reward
The way that a kernel begets virgin, vernal abundance of goodness outpoured
Instilled with cool bowers, bright rainbows of flowers, provision for needs great and small
So little and brittle, ah, handful of miracles; Perhaps it makes sense after all

© Janet Martin

Because we remember stunning petal splendor, the fruit of our labour’s reward...





the fruit of our labour's reward...










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