Sunday, September 14, 2008

Cleome Seeds: One Single Impression













Seed pods decorate

tall Cleome stalks


their slender tubular
bundles of seeds

filled with determination
for next year's renewal

annually replace
the pink and white blossoms













These lines were created in response to the word, 'seeds', which is this week's prompt at One Single Impression. For more poetry on this theme please visit the hosting site.

15 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

Nicely done! Seeds are resilient and magical, aren't they?

fourwindshaiga said...

One of the many things I love about nature. I like the way you put this together.

Julie said...

You have based your text on some quite beautiful photographs. I did not know the Cleome flower until know.

barbs.haiku said...

I love the cycle of renewal. It reminds me that there is always a reason to be hopeful!

teric said...

These are such gorgeous flowers. Now if I could get them to grow. I love your poems about them.

Deborah Godin said...

I love the line about "annually" replacing. We always seem to anticipate the flowers, but in a way, it's the seeds that are the real givers!

Sue said...

I liked that you focused in on one beautiful plant and its cycle of regeneration.

Raven said...

Wonderful take on the prompt. I liked your post last week for defenses down. I seem to have missed visiting. My apologies for that.

zoya gautam said...

-"such gorgeous flowers"_
with words that respond to them as friends..thanks for sharing this..

Regina Clare Jane said...

What beautiful flowers! I loved the third stanza- it's very "human"!
:)

Pam said...

A seed of determination. . . very nice.

susan said...

I am truly enjoying so many good reads today. Glad I got here. It just keeps getting better.

Your EG Tour Guide said...

I like how you alternated the photo with the lines. Very nicely done.

tumblewords said...

Resilient - lovely - so many types of seeds!

Mary said...

I've gotten behind! These are lovely and your poems are always so apt. You have a gift for haiku. I always was a "rhyming poet" which some consider so old-fashioned. These flowers are so pretty in both colors.