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Butterfly Cinquain 10

7 September, 2016
mysteries are
dark but not always as
deathly as they seem; fragrant soil
with potential for life as worms
bring oxygen into
darkness – seeds live
butterfly cinquain © Freya Pickard 2016
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Wednesday Words – Seed Growth

7 August, 2013
I feel emptied and hollow like a seed that has softened and died, all its potential growth poured out into new growth, a new beginning; the thing is, I’m not sure where my new growth is…
Can a seed see where its new growth is? No, not in the soil. It’s blind and has to wait. The seed has to die. If it doesn’t die, it won’t grow from a hard capsule full of potential to a soggy mass in the soil. I feel like that sad, soggy outer casing; everything’s trickled out…
But far below the surface roots spread out and new shoots, tiny pale things grow up towards the warmth and sunlight. Roots establish and feed, shoots worship the sun…
Growing in opposite directions – both downwards and upwards. Does the seed ever feel stretched? I do… How does the seed know to put its roots downwards and to seek the light with its pale, thin shoots? How do I know where I’m going next in my writing?
And when the pale shoots break free of the soil, the cluster of leaves, the growing tip points downwards, even though it grows towards the sun. How can it see where it’s growing? Maybe it doesn’t need to. Maybe it just does it by feel, by instinct. What is my instinct? To write, whatever, whenever, however…
© Freya Pickard 2013
Originally posted as separate seed stones in September 2012. Re-blogged today as a cairn, because this is where I’m coming from and moving on from after my Without Words experience…

Wednesday Words – Seedstones

12 September, 2012
The seed that has died and produced growth, both downwards and upwards finds colour in the sunlight. From thin, pale shoots, the plant develops into greenness – stalk, leaf and flower bud. But if the seed had not died it would not be transformed Read more …
© Freya Pickard 2012

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