An Offering of Seedlings
Poems grow inside of me
like sprouting seeds,
embedded in the fertile soil
of my imagination.
Nurtured by
an appropriate amount of silence
and an adequate vocabulary,
they reach toward the sun,
my brain, the garden
waiting behind my eyes.
I cultivate them
with mental repetition,
roll the wordy shoots
over my tongue.
In time, they grow
into full-flushed phrases,
demand my attention,
take on a life of their own.
Like tiny cosmic interpreters
they translate my life—
reshape it with objectivity,
clarify my emotions with perspective,
and point the way home.
What emerges is often
surprising, even to me;
that such astute observations
are organically grown.
If left unattended
in the dark,
they will wither and die.
That is why I must bring them out
into the light,
plant them with pen onto paper,
share them with you.
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