Seeds of Life

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We need seeds to plant
When this planet is dead,
Stripped for posterity
By commerce and industry
And selfish activities
Without a thought of
Tomorrow…

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Scatter seeds for the future ~
From the North to the South,
From the East to the West ~
Seeds of learning,
Seeds of birthing,
Animal and vegetable,
Original, incorruptible…

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Can we start again?

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©Denise G Allen, 28 March 2014 15:57

What are Weeds?

Iceland Poppy & Weed(?)

Yellow Daisies

What are Weeds?

Seeds are scattered, big and small
Many prosper, but not all;
Some land on dry and stony sand,
Others, tho’, on fertile ground,
But who’s to say which are the weeds?

Weeds can grow up straight and tall
Or perchance be mean and small,
They can also have the power
To produce the most enchanting flowers.

Do weeds perhaps grow easily
In almost any clime where we
Ourselves can live in harmony,
Where ‘proper plants’ must be coerced
To bud and flower to bring us pleasure?

Images and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 09 November 2013 08:54

Seeds

Edited

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Ideas – dart – inandout – my head,

Buzz a-r-o-u-n-d my mind;

One, perhaps STRonger,

Persists a little longer~~~

Lodges in my brain,

The rest are swept away

Like sterile eggs

Kept for another day…

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©Denise G Allen, 16 May 2013 05:55

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson