As you feed our dear gentle monarch butterfly, your green plant provides shelter for her babies, as the caterpillar grows, it munches on your leaves, drinks your poison..
Fall is upon us, as is the cooler weather, yet you pop open, to reveal your seeds and your white fluff, so we can sprinkle your seeds, amongst the ground, just as GOD asks US to sprinkle HIS love amongst HIS children…
Your beauty of your seeds, white fluff, you touch our lives, eyes, soul, thank you Milkweed pod, for bursting with beauty so we can sprinkle your seeds amongst GODS open fields..
May we with gentle hands, pluck your pods, break open as to reveal your seeds, fluff, sand blow with the very breath of GOD to make a wish as a dandelion, watch your seed as they flow effortlessly to the fields of grace…
The garden you planted is regrowing,
Just like you said it would—
But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage
Still stand stark;
Everlasting monuments
Of what once was.
Yet time marches on,
And amongst untouched relics of a time long gone,
Milkweed and hydrangeas
Once again revere—
Flourish
In the warm light of life.
The field is full of pods
Ready to let the seeds fly
Milkweed, bursting with life
Waiting to spread growth
Like 100 plants of inspiration
Showing positive change
New beginnings and hope
This is what nature can teach
In so many glorious ways
The ongoing lessons of our lives
Taught by everything around us
- On any given day -
Heidi Sands
10/2/19
in awe we polka
our milkweed pod sonata
dazzling the pond
I am a lonely milkweed pod
No one is here to see my prettiness
No child has taken me to school
My seeds are almost ready to fly off and leave me.
Could life feel any more lonely?
It was raining the day I flew away from my mother.
She was crying, but kept that hidden.
She did not want me to know how lonely it is
Living a life by a pond no one seems to know
I do not want to complain, but I feel I must.
When I signed on, I had no idea it is a solitary life.
My next one I want to be a dragonfly.
They get to zoom around from place to place
Seeing new things, meeting new plants, delighting everyone.
The capsule burst open
Fuzzy floss spills out
Soft white parachutes
for small seeds that yearn
to float away like dreams
January 8, 2017
Contest 261 - Any form, any topic, max of 5 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand
6th place
I picked a ripened pod
And split open at its seam,
Hundreds of seeds attached to
Fluffy tufts of hair.
I blew gently and sent a
myriad silken little
parachutes into the air
across the meadow!
Abdul Malik
12/20/12
Natural Landscape
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state
of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears,
bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls
out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical
instruments left in the room. The song was inside
the winds, became untouchable in obscene
display of naked screams, the freedom of
stones to kill the
black roses for rivals. Somebody stages a
comeback for toppling the victor. A viper
is thrown at you in dark to deliver a message !
SATISH VERMA
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