Raul Moreno Poet Choka

Carried By the Wind

An ascending seed,
A ball of life wandering,
Floating through the air.
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Floating through the air,
In search for its’ field of dreams;
Whispers to the earth.
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Whispers to the earth,
It’s story awaits to spring;
Searching for soft soil.
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Searching for soft soil;
Waiting for climate and light;
On the hardened earth.
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On the hardened earth,
Anticipating its’ birth;
A gust comes again.
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A gust comes again,
With unsuccessful attempts;
Carried by the wind.

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James Fraser May 10, 2009 at 1:42 AM What a clever write Raul, you hit a gem with this one. It inspired me to be that seed " The Seed who fell to Earth " - i hope i have done Carried by the Wind justice, your Scottish friend, off to my favs you go, James.

Colin Mitchell Williams May 2, 2009 at 10:36 AM Great work Raul... loved this poem !

Tyler Martin May 1, 2009 at 6:15 PM You take off with your work, I like the idea of a wandering seed blowing in the wind...Raul

Carrie Richards May 1, 2009 at 8:30 AM This is amazing, Raul....wow, you have outdone yourself with such a wonderful Choka! Excellence!

Donna Golden May 1, 2009 at 7:53 AM Another lovely piece, Raul. The phrase, "Whispers to the earth" has breathed life into your poem.This one is going into my favorites. Beautiful example of this form. Blessings! <3 Donna

L'Nass Shango May 1, 2009 at 6:39 AM Delicate ... almost vulnerable with its softness .. fantastic. Love and smiles.

Brian Strand May 1, 2009 at 1:03 AM Excellent work ,much talent flowing here throughout Raul.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Lena Townsend May 1, 2009 at 12:33 AM This is a wonderful write. I have to tell you a happy story... I took my daughter to look at the river near my home as it has been rising so quikly with all the rains. While we were there she picked up two dandilions that had went to seed. She told me to keep it a secret but to make a wish and blow the seeds into the wind to be carried to Heaven so it can come true. Just a cute story, your poem brought this beautiful moment back for me. Thank you. Great writing as always. Smiles from Lolita