Monday, September 15, 2008

Haiku: Seeds

Ah, the hopefulness seeds can breed in us all. A hope for the future. A future that is more beautiful and plentiful than the present. Unless you're a hopeless failure when it comes to planting. That's my first thought in reaction to the prompt at One Single Impression this week.

Delusional hope
this year will be a success.
Failure yet again.

Woe is me when it comes to trying to propel anything new to come to life in the back 40 or the hilly eyesore out front. Thankfully, I am content to let nature have its way all around me. [I don't know if the neighbors are.]

Worse, I could still be stuck feigning surprise and amazement at the annual preschool and kindergarten Mother's Day gift.

Plastic container
filled with dirt and child's love:
Wonder of bean sprouts.

14 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

Seeds! I am a hopeless failure with seeds. I dread the plantings that come my way only because I know I will likely not know best how to keep them going!

anthonynorth said...

Some great musings there. Enjoyed them.

Deborah Godin said...

I'm not much good with planting either; not a total "black thumb" but close. Enjoyed these very much!

teric said...

Sweet words. Love the children's one.

D... said...

Well done! It's a wonder my kids are still alive because I can't keep anything living. I can even kill a cactus.

Annie said...

So loved this point of view. I too am a gardener - in my head only. LOL

MamaGeek said...

I love planting, I wish it were mutual. Beautiful P, your words always are.

zoya gautam said...

..seeds hold a promise- a life to be lived-love-hope-beauty-many thanks..

fourwindshaiga said...

I am laughing not at you, but because as an ex church school teacher, I am responsible for lots of those little pots of flowers going home to mom and dad!

tumblewords said...

Perfectly done! Nature does a grand job...

Bubba's Sis said...

Love the 'kus! I'm no good at growing things, either. Especially not from seeds. I go to the nursery and buy them already grown - less work for me! And then I kill them anyway. At least they had a good early life my way!

I put a different twist on the prompt this week...

Pam said...

The first poem reminded me of my cousins who were farmers on the Montana prairie-- always optimistic but also realistic. What a difficult tightrope.

Regina Clare Jane said...

Oh, hee- the first one I can totally relate to- I don't even try anymore!
Well done!

Edward S Gault said...

I enjoyed both your haiku-I related to the first one because I haven't had a green thumb since kindergarten. My favorite was the
second on for its reflection of childlike optimism.
Thank you for sharing these.

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