So small, so symbolic
So much resides inside
The sown seed
Concealed in its neonatal
A thin haze of earth
Obscures my gaze to roots
Divining water. The casing
Swells, cracks, is castaway.
Each a gardener’s sigh
Bent upon the sky.
Just 44 small words for Merril’s quadrille prompt: Seed
63 thoughts on “A Gardener’s Sigh”
This is absolutely stunning, Laura! 😀 I so love the image; “A thin haze of earth obscures my gaze to roots/Divining water.” It does feel that way and even though we cannot see past the haze.. our gardening heart swells with pride anyway 💝💝
many thanks ~Sanaa – I wait with bated breath!
Each seed is truly a wonder… I especially marvel at the flowering tobacco… with seeds so minute giving those large sweet flowers.
I especially love the last two lines. I can hear that sigh. Beautiful, Laura!
my sighs of relief 😉 (and thank you for this evocative prompt)
You’re very welcome! 😀
Your title grabbed my attention, Laura, and as I read the quadrille my smile grew. Now I’m beaming at the ‘sown seed concealed in its neonatal underworld’ and the sounds of the casing as it ‘swells, cracks, is castaway’ – the alliteration evokes sounds we would not normally hear.
oh I like that Kim – had not heard the sounds till you pointed them out
The miracle of the seed never grows old. Beautifully captured.
An exquisite sigh, Laura: this is so perfectly paced! I love the imagery of the seed ‘Concealed in its neonatal
underworld.’ Cosy and safe from all the perils of the earth. Sigh.
so glad you noticed the pace Ingrid – I aimed to convey that
luv that “gardener’s sight bent upon a sky”
much 💗 love
it was a sigh but that in turn is sight set upon the sky – thanks Gillena
I love love love your ode to the seed, Laura. Favorite parts:
“Concealed in its neonatal underworld.”
The words you use throughout are like a symbiotic incantation to juju the seeds to life.
There is no plant without a planter (in whatever form planter takes.)
I love love your comment Lisa- big thank you from the gardener!
I particularly like the ending! Beautiful! ✨
always good to end well 😉 thanks Rachael
Wow, I took considerable delight in your language here. There’s something primeval in your imagery, very soothing but powerful – like a misty lake in a lost wood. I sighed to finish. Lovely work.
your comment is poetry itself – many thanks for taking the time to write that Masa
Beautifully done Laura! I liked this ….
The sown seed
Concealed in its neonatal
many thanks Dwight
You are welcome!
Beautiful Laura, and wonderful imagery!
thank you Rob
“Each gardener’s sigh”
I feel that.
glad to hear it resonated
My garden is in and a few shoots showing… a happy sigh!
a good time of year for seeds 😉
I love the imagery of a “neonatal underworld.” It is a sacred place!
a very nice observation Tricia
“Divining water” — such an apt phrase.
thanks for picking up on that one Ken
Such a beautiful description. It’s almost like conception an d childbirth ☺️💕
I like the analogy Christine
I love the surprising “neonatal underworld” and the way you broke the line give it even a little more power.
oh well observed Maria – that break is illustrative!
Wonderful poem, Laura. I echo the love for “neonatal underworld” and your ending was perfect.
“Each a gardener’s sigh
Bent upon the sky.”
many thanks Ali
Very beautiful and stunning!
I appreciate that Lucy
I enjoyed the intimate view of the seed’s metamorphoses.
good word that – an intimacy that is hidden from sight
Laura, this is stunning. I especially love how you made use of the word ‘divining’ 😀
thank you, David (and am glad the erroneous spam catcher divined your were not so this time)
A gardener never fails to sigh witnessing that first sign of life from the unseen miracle under the earth. Lovely!
many thanks Susan
‘Concealed in its neonatal underworld’ – love this image.
A lovely way to end …. ‘bent upon the sky.’
on an upnote 😉
So lovely! I adore the title and those last 3 lines- stunning!
Good use of rhyming scheme to conclude the poem.
Ah thank you Linda
It’s always a miracle. (K)
Along with the gardener you can hear my sigh too… so beautiful, my dear Laura.
we will sigh in unison Marina 😉
Something I can absolutely relate to. I keep giving sighs of joy these days every time I visit the garden and a new shoot appears, or something has grown for just 1 mm 😀
yes exactly – these small and simple joys 🙂
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