Words come
All jumbled...
Thoughts getting
To the soul
Like whirlwinds...
They seem kind of loose
All I need is choose
Until they make sense
To a certain extent
Then...
Some might understand
Hold my hand
Others
Just pass
A poem’s
Like that plant
I sow and water
Among the many seeds
Only one succeeds...
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Taking part in Flash Fiction Friday, hosted by G-Man
34 comments:
That is so how poems come to us....you have described it eloquently Dulce....i love the photo as well!
yeah...it it is like that...some work some dont ....its like a puzzle too getting them into the right spot...
Choosing the right word.. prose has never been so challenging but nothing short of its excitement nevertheless.
Perfectly said!!!Sometimes I wonder as I write if I myself know where it is leading.
I guess it's what makes writing fun.The unexpectedness,the frustrations,the triumphs.But I guess in the end it is about self-fulfillment.
Thanks for voicing our thoughts.Great piece!!!
I struggled to write today...the words wouldn't come...your poem says what I feel..sometimes it clicks perfectly...other times.....I too love that pic. ☺
You sort the jumbled words so well, every word seems to make more sense the way you use them.
yours seem to always succeed. not just one or two, that is why we keep coming back in full bloom for more of your wonderful jumble of words
:) I understand you my sweet friend!!!
:) Pretty nice seeds the ones you plant in here...
oh so very true!
can't say much more than what everyone else has said.
take care
Hope
how odd, my visual after those last few lines...
I picture procreation, and the sperm swimming along trying to make it...
sigh.
lovely write.
Of the many seeds, one does succeed, but usually water and fertilizer (nurturing) helps!
And ONE seed can PROceed to become many plants, many fruits. All the more to give back what was given...
Well put.
This is awesome. It's been so long since I've visited, I'm sure glad I dropped by today. Beautiful work Dulce!! Beautiful.
Artsy-Fartsy is my Friday Post Just scroll down below the 'artsy' part. hehehehehe
Excellent job, dear Dulce. I, too, feel that's how poems see the light of day and grow in our imagination.
" Like that plant I sow and water"
Indeed! sometimes we cast the seed
sometimes we are slightly more focused-
Thanks !
Oh Dulce, you always speak to my heart....These words are perfectly formed into this amazing masterpiece...I share this feeling all the time...
an absa lootly beautiful 55.
yes - that's how it is - some grow - some don't...very nice 55 dulce!
I always know this.
Some might understand..
That's all there is.
Like a code..
Few can follow.
But here I am!
<3
i love your poetry.
Sometimes the little buggers fight all the way, no matter how hard we try to nurture them. Nice 55!
Excellent poem. It grew nicely.
Dulce....
All the poems in the world have already been written.
You simply rearrange them so that us peons can understand them..
Loved your 55 My Dear..
Thank You for playing today, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....G
You've gotten that one right. We plant so many seeds that never make it, but the one that grows is completely worth it.
Very nice, Dulce.
wonderful piece, I can so relate to this. Once we choose, make a choice peace can rise.
I love the plant and seed analogy - it's just the way it is...and watching the ones that take root and grow is so amazing.
I loved this, Dulce!
Dulce
The thought comes riding a fifty foot wave and crashes upon the shore in a million sparkles.
if only we could write the wave.
I'm still waiting for one of mine to succeed. But I like digging through the sparkles!
~rick
You got it, that's writing. Words, words, words, constantly and then something forms.
Great Poem, it hit right where the pen hits the paper. A single word, can inspire a poem.
Very nice...
Wysteria
it's a LOT like that at times... wonderfully expressed :-) thanks!
This one succeeds for sure.. :)
Dulce:
Yes thoughts come flowing through and some float to the shore, or get all tangled up in the net of our jangled minds, till we release some and hold onto the best seeds of thought,,, very beautiful what seeds we captured and planted for us to read. Such a lovely garden in your mind.
Have a lovely week end, dear one,
you are a poet whose poems are planted in my heart, sweet thoughts.
Cheers,
joanny
That is how poems speak to us!
And yours speak. A lot. Heavenly.
An absolutely beautiful 55. :)
Hope you're enjoying your weekend!
B :))
You have a gift with finding the right words and when I visit here I feel like I walk with you and hold your hand a while.
I do hope you don't mind.
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