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I had the sudden thought “...and I’m the thing he doesn’t mind losing”

It was a little tornado of thought that I quickly put inside a mason jar and placed on a wooden shelf in my living room.

I sat on the couch across from it observing it and watching it stir.

“What a thought”

How destructive it could be to let that little storm out. It could grow and it’s winds could slowly start to peel off the walls and start to take down the roof.

So, I closed my eyes, cupped my hands and I thought of your smile–warm and tender. When I opened my eyes, a seedling had grown over my left palms.

“How beautiful”

I contemplated putting it in glass encasement, to watch it from afar, but instead I decided to take it outside and plant it near the middle of my front garden.

“This is what I want to cultivate” a flourishing sprout of life; a garden of plenitude.
Nylee Apr 21
More words flow through,
My feelings seedlings
Keep growing,
the rain comes and sun,
The flowers bloom,
And fruits come through,
not all fruit are sweet
some leave sour taste
And as the autumn arrives,
No leaves remain on my tree
Poetic T May 2018
The deluge washed away
        the inhibitions
that kept her chained to chastity.

Now where a desert of desire
                                     was arid,
         moistness now blossomed.

Her flower was scented
             with seedlings of love
      that embellished her desires.
ryn Mar 2018
Lone seed,
nestled in the dirt.
Calling for rain to soothe
its parched skin.

Lone seedling,
finding foothold...
To brave billowing gusts
that threaten its conviction.

Lone tree,
rooted deep.
Set in its ways.
Change is but dream.

Lone fruit,
falls to the earth.
Defenseless and vulnerable.
Bearing the promise of
life and change
within feeble flesh.

Lone purpose.
To learn, embody
and pass on
the baton of possibilities
so that change...

Comes to fruition.
Henry May 2015
Screams and wails split the air
Hollow faces, matted hair
The dying human race is at its knees

Hunched forms smothered among the fumes
That gathered over many moons
Spread by those who simply couldn’t care

But there is a sheltered place I know
Formed by someone long ago
Where a shaft of sunlight filters through the dust

Through the throttling smog it soaks
The drug on which our planet chokes
And comes to rest upon the earth

And underneath this ray of hope
Upward to the light it gropes
A crack in the concrete bears a flash of green

A lonely seedling makes its stand
Against the twisted ways of man
And unknown and alone it climbs the beam

The miracle of photosynthesis
A silent struggle, pant and hiss
Flowers and seeds rain from wooden limbs

And the trees tower above the fumes
That gathered over many moons
Free at last, they reach to kiss the sky

— The End —