Wednesday, June 24, 2015

My broken soil


art by Nicolas Raymond


I carry you around like a seed
between my lungs and spleen,

anxiously waiting, for it to burst
open
           ---filling me,

with the byproduct
of your photosynthesis.


20 comments:

  1. Sometimes our hearts can feel that they could burst with good feelings, usually love, starting with a tiny 'seed' which swells until we fear we can no longer keep the feelings bottled up. Nicely succinct - quite clinical, unlike the subject (if I'm right).

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  2. Once read a tale about a swami lady in India who lived on light and the occasional glass of milk--bogus, unlike this poem, which delves so lucidly into the idea of how others sow their seed and we are indeed the grateful soil.

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  3. you sure know how to honour Art X and all the seeds in between will grow for you

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  4. I love this one...you have the gift! Say it so well! Seems so true!

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  5. Wow...that is exactly how it feels when you are holding on to a powerful emotion...here's hoping that seed will burst open soon...:)

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  6. for me the main point here is that the soil has to be broken - only then the seeds find room to grow and fill us with whatever they carry...

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  7. breaking the soil seed bursts forth into a new birth filled with life...that moment of creation is beautifully celebrated here....

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  8. That closing line wow!

    mindlovemisery

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  9. Ah, and it is that photosynthesis that brings life! Without it we cannot thrive.

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  10. Oxygen ... and maybe a few roots?

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    1. Oxygen surely.

      I dont mind the roots either.

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  11. Never has a natural, quotidian, necessary and - truly- unremarkable process sounded more beautiful than in this gem of a poem. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  12. Sowing the seeds of love.. Comes to mind, a song, and there is life in that photosynthesis. So many ways to turn this.

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  13. Which kind of spleen do you mean? It's not just an organ, you know. Though, I hope neither of yours bursts.

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  14. marley harlow - Ha.

    If you look at the human anatomy in 2D, between the lungs and spleen lies the heart. Actually at the couple I looked at they seemed to frame it. So I was just being creative in giving the location.

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    1. I know. I was just being funny because "spleen" is a synonym for "wrath."

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    2. Did not know that, actually. But that is one of those accidental brilliance things. Ha.

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  15. Life giving love for the whole world, a love that is not just limited to one particular person but to every being be it any creature................the true essence of love.

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  16. I love the idea of the seed bursting inside...surely love is a blooming we all await ~

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  17. Loved the way you have written it... So poetic!

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