I come from
The fertile darkness
Of earth’s womb--
A miniscule sprout,
Securely wrapped
In amniotic soil,
Protected
From battering winds
And pounding rains,
But ever growing
Stretching
Reaching
For the rays of sunlight.
Emerging finally
Bursting forth--
A tiny seedling.
The fertile darkness
Of earth’s womb--
A miniscule sprout,
Securely wrapped
In amniotic soil,
Protected
From battering winds
And pounding rains,
But ever growing
Stretching
Reaching
For the rays of sunlight.
Emerging finally
Bursting forth--
A tiny seedling.
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brilliant :)
ReplyDeleteI like the metaphor "amniotic soil."
ReplyDeleteNice work.
A statement of your existence, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteNicely announced!!
You are good!
ReplyDeleteNicely told - enjoyed reading this one.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and so right for this time of year!
ReplyDeleteA miniscule sprout,
ReplyDeleteSecurely wrapped
In amniotic soil
--
great lines!
love the imagery and metaphor.
Protected
ReplyDeleteFrom battering winds
And pounding rains,
But ever growing
Your words built a beautiful picture.
Good job.
TJ
Very nice. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely....roll on spring.
ReplyDeleteI've tagged you for a name meme.
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