From the mailbox, to my utmost delight
I extracted a delicious and delicate sight
I planted these hardy, delectable seeds
Sharing my joy with whoever sees needs
As they took root and sprouted from earth
I felt the wonder of one who sees new birth
Slowly they rose to the sky, stalks of green
Emerald and olive, limbs sent for to glean
I learned that these seeds were from overseas
Soon, I discovered they just might be Chinese
As they podded and grew and reached the sky
The plants seemed to reveal the when and why
I finally found they were only mustard breeds
Today, I season my meatloaves with the weeds!
Mystery Seeds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
August 8, 2020
Categories:
podded, garden, growth, nature, sea,
Form: Couplet
Everyone is podded off
Sipping, slipping into chill-consciousness
Blue Note-certified musings drip
From the tongues and lips
Busy, chewing the amplified air
The waitress saunters
Occasionally brushing up
Against the black-lacquered stallion
Resting quiet
Mums the word
It's ivory asleep
Begging to be woken
The 523p light
Provoked by a late Spring day
Zings this tacit creature
Who yearns to be struck and tickled
By the next master
Who may dive deep and wide
Or simply sing and sling their heart
Above the ivory sway and fray
Oh the pleasant possibilities
That lie among incorrigible strings
Pedals pumping soft and purposeful
When sunshine arrives to take a ride
But for now
It waits
Soaking in ambient sound
Under a blanket of muteness
And subtle anticipation
For the muse or drunk to arrive
And scratch it's belly
To bellow, explode
The aural incantations
Begging to ascend.
(5/11/17)
Categories:
podded, appreciation, beautiful, lonely, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Hoodwinked I blinked, and the magician winked.
In a flash, the feint of hand trick had worked.
My eyes diverted, led by the nose to look away diverted by hand gesture.
Eye beguiled to follow where the magician's eye was looking.
When I looked back the three shell covers,
with pea under one, looked untouched, unmoved.
But he knew I had been duped, tricked and bamboozled.
So which shell had been swapped and switched?
The trick was to know if the trickster
knew that I knew he had time to swap
the shells around while my gaze was averted.
But perhaps his hand had passed over the shells, moving neither pea nor pod.
Perhaps this was the true trick, after all.
A blind double-bind act, knowing he knew I knew the feint of hand trick.
I looked the magician right in the eye, binding his eye to mine ensnared.
Slowly I crept a finger towards the shell
that the magician had podded the pea under, right at the start.
To my delight, I saw the magician's eye sigh just slightly, ceding defeat.
My blind double-bind mind game had worked a treat.
Categories:
podded, magic,
Form: Free verse
he worked on a farm ,he was as pleasent as a man could be ,he was very muchd
cared and loved for by everyone and me ,i remember my grandad write back from
when he first sat me upon his knee .my first bike i learnt to ride he tought me.i
learnt quite alot from my grandad .he lived in the counry -side .when i seen the bats
a night iwould hide.dont be affraid he said to me they wont hurt u they hang upside
down come to the window and see .i wish my grandad was still here with me,ihave
other children iwish he could see .he called me dumplings when i had mumps as my
cheeks had swollen lumps.veg in his garden he would grow ,heres the
seed he say il show you how to sow .on a sunday he would pick the mint leafs and
podded peas ,would u like to help me oh grandad yes please and will never forget
these happy memories.
Categories:
podded, lost loveme, me,
Form: I do not know?