Poem: Seeds

Here we sow the seeds of our own birth
That will erupt from fertile ground with tendrils
Stretching towards the nourishing rays
Of the sun around which we revolve
Moving as a child at play making us chase
Across blue skies its arching course

A quadrille (poem of 44 words) with the word seed in response to a d’Verse prompt.


Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.

18 thoughts on “Poem: Seeds

  1. Impressive how quickly and creatively you adapted to a newly-invented form! It’s amazing how effectively the “golden cage” (Blake) of form supports creativity. Thank you for liking “Of Poets” at DK’s Poems. You might notice how that poem moves in and out (mostly out) of iambickish pentametroid–speaking of the negotiation with form.

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