Seedling

Seedling

A Poem by Martina
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An idea with the metaphor of a seedling.

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There was an idea,

Just one and it started as a seed.

It grew and grew as I watered it each day, 

Nurturing and cherishing it.

Gleefully watching it as it grew.


It became a tree, tall and majestic,

and I'd marvel at its brilliance for there was no tree like it,

But I couldn't control it, and it started to break my humble abode.

The foundations were cracking, the walls shattering,

As the tree grew wildly out of control.


So I cut that tree down, I hacked and whittled at it.

Until all that was left was a rounded stump.


I had an idea and it grew wildly out of control.

So I had forsaken it, for it was crushing my mind.


© 2013 Martina



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Martina
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woww..it is really unique to look at the idea as a tree which you care of until it becomes high and strong..we may get many ideas everyday, some may grow as well as your tree, some may born dead...it is a really great poem with all the images, metaphor, similarities..
it is nice in words picking and the nice flow.....
i really enjoyed reading it..

Posted 5 Years Ago


Very good, and interesting! I loved it!

Posted 5 Years Ago


I find myself cutting down many of my ideas. The more I read this poem, the more I like your wording. The choice in style works perfectly with the subject. Well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on April 28, 2012
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Martina
Martina

Brisbane, Australia, Australia



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