A seed
becomes a world
a cell
becomes a species
for, the smallest thing
can make the biggest difference
So where will you go
what will you do
in this big,
wondrous
world?
A seed
becomes a world
a cell
becomes a species
for, the smallest thing
can make the biggest difference
So where will you go
what will you do
in this big,
wondrous
world?
I look
to the sky
as I draw the dark
around my shoulders
With a shiver
I contemplate
the cold, impossible light
of stars
so fair
so far
away
Here we go…
Photo from Public Domain Images
Go to the window
Earth’s curve waits for you
under wild skies
Run through the door
spin, sway, swing and play
Hinge
the circle
spill outside
boundaries fall before your feet
Breathe in heaven
swim with stars
Reach out
palms up in supplication
arms open
Writtien for dVerse Poets Pub, where Victoria asked us to write a Quadrille (44 words, exactly) about some aspect of the word, “open.”
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This is linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we have been invited to write some micro poetry. Click on the link and check it out.
―Tom Robbins