Words fell from his lips
imaginary things
but to him
real
small seeds
desperate for soil
and water
desperate for life
he watched them grow
he saw
the pains of their birth
the glory of their blossoming
the awe of their final maturing
and
the void left at their passing
searching for the place
where dreams have gone.
– matt at shadow of iris
Very nice poem Matt… one of your best… thanks…
I like this, the imagery it invokes… Ideas and dreams sowing seeds of some type is something I’ve often thought long about. It’s nice to see it verbalized so poetically and… succinctly….
i love the part where you say “the pains of their birth
the glory of their blossoming” … very creative words and you do know how to juggle with words.
Thank you for the nice comments!
Please supply contect and situation, I NEED background and framework to make sense of things – I am dumb that way. And thank you for liking my poem on diamonds, when I might be carbon, I thought you would be angry with me for not sharing your point of view – but you are not, and I am overjoyed!
Background? Um, well … er … um … you see there was this strange land inhabited by tall plant like people … and er .. there was this guy called a fibbermaster … and … er … um … Ah! Never mind.
Honestly, it’s some words I scribbled in a notebook who knows when. They sounded nice to me, so I shared! Why do you write everything on your blog in verse! Why not just explain in careful detail what it is you want to say? Of course, I’d be disappointed if you actually started doing that!