A seed found furrow in my brow
Awaiting harvest, hungers now
Through my fertile mind’s palimpsest
A vine breaks soil where memories nest
Pushing on with a writhing stem
From deep brown earth toward blue welkin
With nostalgic rays, a star unfolds
a leaf, a story, yet untold
Each bud a poem that’s yet to bloom
In flowered couplets for the moon
awaiting dawn, for petals pleat
to release a blossom’s fragrance sweet
And from one strand a spider weaves
a gossamer web on trembling leaves
to capture prey that seeks to read
Poetic verse among the weeds.
Plant and spider thus conspire
conscripting minds of like, inspired,
to sew words of thorns, that never wilt
till every bough, a bookshelf built
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
A seed found furrow in my brow
Awaiting harvest, hungers now
Through my fertile mind’s palimpsest
A vine breaks soil where memories nest
Pushing on with a writhing stem
From deep brown earth toward blue welkin
With nostalgic rays, a star unfolds
a leaf, a story, yet untold
Each bud a poem that’s yet to bloom
In flowered couplets for the moon
awaiting dawn, for petals pleat
to release a blossom’s fragrance sweet
And from one strand a spider weaves
a gossamer web on trembling leaves
to capture prey that seeks to read
Poetic verse among the weeds.
Plant and spider thus conspire
conscripting minds of like, inspired,
to sew words of thorns, that never wilt
till every bough, a bookshelf built
"A Seed Found Furrow" is a collaboration between Maureen Seaberg and Phosphorimental. Read about Maureen on http://about.me/maureen_seaberg (you'll find it very interesting!)
