Unflowered.
Sunk in the drifts of gross need
she sits clothed
with mud in a winter-raw bed.
Cradled in wait her thin coat
drenched with rain
shrinks in the cell of neglect.
Poor little un-flowered seed
needs to feel
the lift of warm attention.
One lost sweet-pea pod knows
life can grow
if from frost she is rescued.
I finger her miniature frame
then shelve her
until Spring says she is ready.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Nurtured nature truely is a thing of beauty reflected perfectly within your poetry
Thank you very much for your visit and comment. So pleased you enjoyed the read.
A good message stored
Loved the metaphor you used
Like the seed we are but to bloom we must struggle
As always your poetry has a different kind of aura
Ah - am so pleased you like the metaphor Spill - - we must have restful periods to bloom again afterwards - good to have your thoughtful comment on this.
I used to enjoy planting seeds in my old green house and marvelling at growth from seedlings upwards. My sunflowers were staggering beasts.
Love the way you have personified this little seed and made us all want to recue her from winters chill.
Great when people get involved with one's poetry isn't it - you're good at it.
Thought this write must get your mind working on growth and its meaning my friend. Glad too that you like the personification used here. Thanking you masses dear Dusk.
Awwww wishing her warmth and life....... in your hands I'm sure it will happen.
Oh a very big thank you dear Lorna for taking the verse as it was intended -
- - seeds like us need rest and then warmth to get going again.
That light will shine on her soon and she will 'Spring' into a glorious life of beauty.
Andy
I am sure you are right dear Andy - no-one can stop the power of life within a small seed once it is ready to burst into growth.
If neglected , we need attention and love … and we need others to love us , and help us to feel we can grow . It’s not nice to feel alone and neglected
An interested read , Fay )
Like that sweet pea we all wither without a little loving attention….
We are all a product of seeding, and when protected and nurtured, the growth can be amazing, such as phrased by you here.
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