INSTRUCTIONS JUST ADD WATER

A seed, one word

Enters via a breeze

Only to settle

On my mind.

To be born

I water this thought , this word.

Its shell divides,

Splits and sprouts

And settles attached

On the walls of my mind.

Water I do

I feel its growth

I feed its need.

The lines appear

Taking shape and moves

Developing I feel it.

A verse, a poem 

Born now, I see

Images that flow;

They appear controlled.

To be splashed on paper

Ready to view.

Leaving me now 

Like a bird leaving the nest;

A wave of thanks and goodbye.

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. I so luuuv this. That's all we often get to start with, just that little seed of thought and if we don't nurture it, it is gone, just like a wispy cloud that is there but has no real substance. I love how you portray the process, so smooth from start to finish. This is another good flowing poem filled with reality!! alf

[Valentine]

Isn't that the way with writing. I have many thoughts jotted that are parts of a write, but the rest blew out the door. When they grow to completion is good. Valentine

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Love the metaphor you carry through this wonderful description of the conception and birthing of a poem. Like our children, all we can do is nurture it and push it into the world.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A good metaphor for the inspiration and thought processes of the writer. And like a garden often our efforts come to naught as that seed falls upon stony ground lol!

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed many are lost lol Thanks John lol