Every garden starts with a seed. A small part of the big picture; a beginning. And so we begin at Poetic Bloomings.

The prompt for this Sunday reflects that idea. Write a “seed” poem. It could literally be a seed of a plant, of an idea that sparks a greater effort. It could be the beginning of a life, or whatever you feel would be the start of something big. Get started. That’s a beginning in itself.

** Marie Elena’s poem:


One edges, tidies, snips, and trims,
Who knows nothing of dreams and whims.

One scatters dandelion seeds,
Who understands a daydream’s needs.

By Marie Elena

(Dedicated to our mutual friend, *Jerry Walraven [“Chev”], who knows of dandelion fluff and other whimsical wonders. Chev, we are gravely sorry for your loss, and pray for God’s healing comfort.)

** Walt’s poem:


Hearts ablaze in an unquenchable fire.
It is desire of the highest power.
It has been left to burn unattended.

It was a cold ember, a lump of coal
sparked with the excitement of a single touch.
Now burning brightly; love inflamed

by Walt Wojtanik.

Happy poeming to all, and enjoy this “Garden Walk” with us today, every Sunday, and continuing throughout the week.

52 thoughts on “IT STARTS WITH A SEED – PROMPT #1

  1. Congratulations on your combined efforts! I wish you success that can only be destined to grow. We are moving my mother-in-law into a new assisted living apartment today, so I won't have time to write a new seed poem this morning. I will try to post again later, but until then, please enjoy this poem: The Seed. It is from my book: Magnetic Repulsion. Enjoy.The Seedit started smallthat tiny seeda speckin the palm of my handdropped to the groundlike dirtonto a magnetic fieldsparked with lifethat plugs into the earthand sunsets markedthe time that passedwith rain like tearsthat weptthen wispy emergenceof a slim tendril twistingclimbing hair-like threadcoilingaround and aroundattaching to the supportcurlingand windinglike something warpedturning, bendingtwirlingdeeply entwined nowinterwovenlike a spiral twistingtwo ribbons of smokecurved into their tendencyto grow togetherringlets and wood shavingscrests of breaking wavesmaneuvering through the helixlooping through the vortexa sinuous whirlpoolof lusteven withyour ring on minethat succubushas you tightly wrappedaround her little finger

  2. Wonderful poems and prompt to begin our blooming. Pensive GardenerTilled earth cool and loose beneath her feet,sun massaging her freckled shoulders,an empty canvas awaiting her.She weighs the seeds in her palm,searching for the perfect place to beginsowing her spring masterpiece.

  3. Was gonna take a poetry hiatus today, but apparently cannot resist a prompt. 😉 A deeply rooted congratulations on this fun new venture, to two of my favorite poetic souls. ScatterShe frees them to breeze these last fragments of herself loosed to westward wind fully brokenwholly known. She recaptures the seeds roots them deeply in truth heart’s pieces released both mended and sown. I am:

  4. So excited to see this project sprout! Thanks Walt & Marie for putting it together!FaithLike a tiny speck, this mustard seedlay small and silent on my palm,waiting silently to be chosen, to beburied in cool dark earth, silentand waiting for my hand to thrustit deep in a tomb, there to sleepsoundly until the sun calls for it,till rain washes away its slumber,until roots burst forth, containedno longer by a shell, not so silentlyreaching further into earth, untilstem bursts through hard groundreaching skyward to the sun, untilthis tiny speck, this mustard seedmatures into solid trunk, reachingever sunward, a monument toperseverance, bearing fruit ofstruggle and flower of tears, withflourishing branches and strongas rock, unmovable as mountain-this tiny speck, this mustard seed,that lay dormant in my palm.

  5. Out walking in the weeds today. Great new venture – looking forward to the blooms ahead!ScatteredNew lime green sneakersHum happily beside meChasing dandelions.White seeds scatter in the breezeIrrepressible. Like her.

  6. Forgive me. I really wanted to contribute something uplifting… No real "serious" trouble, just parenting woes. Thank you for this beautiful, blooming blog you two!! DARK SEEDShe longs to write pretty wordsbut the seed of hurt in her heart has planted a lump in her throat.No matter how much water she drinks or how hard she swallowswill not remove itself.She must be listening to the wrong people,must be drinking the wrong water.

  7. Whew! I was afraid I'd have to go cold turkey. Gratitude abounds.SEEDSI.not all seeds are like the mapleswirling in massesgerminating with carney barker easeand profligate spendersteenage girls with more credit cards than penniesoh, lookII.some only respond to coaxingwarm the soillike hatching eggs__or sprained ankles __wrapped, propped, cosseted__hot water bottles, __microwaved buckwheat hullsfor day after day, not too (much) (little) watersome will not open in the light,–bashful as shy boys–or the dark when foul deeds are doneIII.yet others, thriving on judicious mutilation, keep for one or one thousand wintersexpecting to wait out the generation before, sleepinguntil their protective youth has worn away or beenburned by rioting fires, or acid intestines; etched as the sheen on a red bucket is cut by sand corners,and imagine a nascent redbud treeIV.when you came out of the chute raring to get on with ithe, incapable of imbibition, watched his shell changeand hoped to survive the process.

  8. Happy Sunday evening to you! I am truly going to try — HARD — to avoid commenting out here very often, but I just HAVE to say three things:1. Thank you so, so much for joining Walt and me in this venture, and for the wonderful seeds you've already planted.2. Patricia, you've started us out with pure excellence! Thank you!3. Sweet Hannah, I can't stand the thought of you being the least bit unhappy. 😦 May God comfort and encourage you, big time. Hugs across cyberspace…

  9. Receiving those kind and comforting hugs, Marie. Thank you. So I just came back to apologize and acknowledge that I've broken the 1st and the 11th rules and all on the 1st day! I pledge that from now on I'll be a happy poster. Teehe. Picturing me as a big 'ol flattened out "poster?" Me too! Any way I do mean that I'll keep it on the + + side! Big warm smiles and blessings all @ !

  10. See the way the world still turnsEven though you’d thought it’d stop?Every day the holes in your pocketsDrop the seeds that grow into tomorrow.

  11. I have been known tostash my chapbooks atBarnes and Noble, amongthe so-called real books,priced "$free" or "$none" or"steal this book, please".I do this with a smirk and a smile,a regular Danny Zen-seed.congratulations on this new birth…na tou ekatostiseis…may you have 100 years!

  12. Daniel! I LOVE it! I have yet to put out a chapbook, but my background is advertising/marketing, and I had already planned to do this! 🙂

  13. I'm happy to see such a good early response. It is a pleasure to host such a wonderful group of talented people for this pursuit we have undertaken. These are all quality pieces. Thanks for joining in, and we have a lot planned for "Poetic Bloomings" as we go along. Spread the word!Walt

  14. This is all I could muster up today, but I am so happy about this new blog!It All Starts With ThisSeed by seed a garden growsNote by note a symphony flowsWord by word a masterpiece showsBreath by breath a life bestows~laurie

  15. the otherrough, cold dormancynurtures form into lifesunshine and freezing rainin the tundra whereweed and rose areequally nourished~shalom,

  16. Uncle Walt and Mother Marie, let me first say how greatful I am that you started this new venue for all of us. It has such a wonderful family to it, and I wish it all my best as it moves forward. With that, here is my first offering:Brave Little SeedlingCome little seedling, Adrift in the wind.So full of potential, so quiet you fly.Mere little seedling, potential enshrined.Alone in the night, on this your first flight.Come little seedling, do you know who you are?A bright little flower, A fruit bearing bush?To brighten our spring, with pollen give life? Or feed us in winter, give shade in the heat?Held soft in my hand, connected by heart.Are we really so different, this seedling and I?Each full of potential, drifting through time.Waiting in fullness, to be who we are.Let feet touch the ground, our roots bury deep.Drink water below us, feel sunlight above.Don’t fight it or force it, just be who we are.Brave little seedlings, are such wonderful things.

  17. Hannah, though like Marie, I hate to see such a radiant beam of sunlight as yourself in sorrow, beauty can be found in the strangest places, even our pain, and your poem was indeed beautiful.Daniel, that's great, I love it :-)And to all of you who have posted, simply wonderful!

  18. Thank you Marie Elena and Walt for this venue to plant our words…and (for newbies like me) to GROW. I was already going through withdrawals from PA / NaPoWriMo…so I'm grateful for another avenue ("street") to wander…Here's my response to your prompt:a seed once hiddennow planted, being nurturedand watered daily2011-05-01 10:48 p.m.P. WankenPaula Wanken

  19. Beautiful blog. Here's my offering:Forget-Me-NotSoil under fingernailsdisrupts the earthworm.Seeds are scattered and buried.Sunshine and water brings tolife the bright blue petalswith a butter yellow center.

  20. After the April PAD, I didn't think I had it in me to do one more. Thanks to Walt and Marie Elena for the lovely site. A Life of Their OwnWe bury unwanted wordsTo forget them.But in the darkIs stubborn growth,Unseen movementPushing towardThe surface.Though no witness May ever seeTheir beauty,They bloomIn secret gardensWithout promise,If onlyFor the lonelySake of extravagance.

  21. This is a terrific idea – thanks guys!Fruitiona tiny seed was planteda germ of an ideathe beginnings……recruits were called formotivation was lowspirits were weak……persistencebadgering, naggingpleading for compliance……the resistance failedthe seed grow strongerthe band was formed…… six short weeksnever enoughbut shoots grew….. and flourishedthe deadline setthe party concert…… rapidly approachingtime running outready or not……here we come not yet a gigging bandjust the seeds……time will telleffort will bringthe seeds fruitionIain

  22. Dormant SeedsIt’s not like me criticize.I only sit and fantasize.Of what’s to be or not to be…A single seed grows to a tree.I plant and nurture seeds each day.Good intentions washed away.Broken records cannot play.Dormant seeds left there to lay.There’s no turning back it seems.Broken records, broken dreams.Dormant seeds baked in the sun.Love is lost, nothing Michael Grove

  23. Tim, thank you greatly for your kind words. I'm so blessed by this group. Thank you all for sharing expressions of yourselves through this gift that we share. I enjoyed reading them today. Smiles to everyone!WILDFLOWERSCaring hands plantseeds of love.Hope grows wildwhere hurt once grew.~H.G.WORDS OF WEEDSDOMWhere weeds are concernedlet them grow willy-nilly!Let clovers take overallow dandelions to have their day.Spaces that have tracesof wildness will aboundthere will be foundcreation you never knew grew.Let the beast of a lawn mowerrest his breath for awhile.There's lot to learnfrom the ways of Weedsdom.(And it's a good excuse to take a break from mowing)!~H.G.PLANT OF MANILA In belly of beasta new Spirit grows.Thought and idea,letter and word,poem by poem;placed patientlyinto a new folder"Poetic Bloomings."~H.G.Thank you again, you two!

  24. Looks like you've planted a beauty — you go guys! After the April PAD, I DON'T have it in me to do another one so soon. Am currently in "slug mode", but didn't want to miss out on the chance to toss out my seeds, so… hope you don't mind that I'm adding a previously published poem instead. :-O This one seemed appropriate to the website you've created here, so… :-)JOHNNY APPLESEED • by PSCSlice open a vein.Let the words flow out,unchecked, uncensored.Bleed until you run dry, thengather the gemslike precious seeds, andtoss them into the wind,never knowingwhere they maytake rootand grow.

  25. What a beautiful blog!Wonderful Works of Art * by Melissa~Lord, Your presence is so evident, in everything I see, like a gorgeous golden sunrise, or a gentle blowing breezeThe flowers that bloom in Spring, are beautiful buds of life, giving off a fragrant scent, of absolute delightThe birds seem to sing, such precious little songs, my heart becomes so joyful, I just have to sing alongFrom the bottom of my heart, I give You all the praise, for all Your wonderful works of art, that surround me every day

  26. Still fried and not quite ready to post. May look for a "classic" one to share.You two make a dynamic duo of words!Great Idea!

  27. Just wondering- and I'm sure I'm not only one- is it acceptable to post comments here on other's comments (or poems), like we do over at PA?

  28. BRING IT ON! As the hosts, Walt and I will keep our comments to a bare minimum (much like P.A.'s Robert), but completely encourage all of you to … well … ENCOURAGE! =) Walt and I are thrilled with the response so far. LOVE this poetic community!

  29. P.S. We will post this week's "picks" sometime on Saturday (probably evening). I have to tell you, you are making it difficult for me to choose just one. Marie Elena

  30. I've wondered how long it would be before you created your very own site for poetic expression by poetic admirers of yours. Now I know.I'm glad you've finally taken the plunge. Congratulations and may many blessings follow.Inspiration's SeedsRolling stones must haveGlue to gather moss.Nature provides targetsFor lightning strikes to use.Grass grows only whenConditions are right.Man sees a sure image,And manufactures thought,Creates ideas,Plants those bright mental seeds,As history lessons.My own blog is at: don't do poetry on my own site, but stop by anyway. You never know what you might find.

  31. This is a garden I think I will very much enjoy sitting in! Thank you to Walt and Marie Elena for creating this space and to all for cultivating it. "How Does Your Garden Grow?"Rolling the seeds in my handI wonder should I scatter them?Or leave them to the wind andhope for a beautiful messof wildflowers, like those that grow in highway medians?Peering into my palmI whisper, "or would you ratherhave ordered rows, organizedby family and hue? Perhapswith seed packets staked in each row and never be without a name?Pinching a few between fingersI suggest a compromise, that weimitate the ordered chaos of the Romantics, with a capital R, even installing a hermit who would not tendyou and over whose home you could take.Note: My blog is mainly about teaching, but I've navigated the link to a place where I sometime post my writing.

  32. Seed of DoubtThe look I disturbed between the two of youplanted enough doubt to make me crazy. I second guessed my trust of your friendship, with her past confessionof attraction whispering for years in my ears.Then I found out she'dstayed the night, in yourroom while you slept on the floor. But I knewyou and I knew her and I couldn't stand between that tension any longer.So we said goodbye, wethree — broken up for good.Also know as AC Leming…

  33. Balance In The StruggleAwareness ignites within me like a spark.Earths tears penetrating soft shelled defenses, connecting me to stony darkness and all beyond. Mother enfolding in her earthy grasp, Protecting, nourishing, smothering. Hold me tighter, let me go,balance in the struggle won. Growing stronger in her love,and in my tendriled resistance to that very love.I draw her in, whilst pushing her away in the eternal dance of life. Rooting myself deep, forever in the very soil I reach,pushing away with desperation. And in that epic struggle finding light, growing in power, and becoming.Reaching outward, drinking in the sun with broad green leaves. Chlorophyll wine feeling me with drunken delight, basking in the knowledge of what I have become, life. Product and provider, the freedom of connection to all. A fractal of the eternal plan, empowered in uniqueness by my connection to all.

  34. Finding you by happy accident, I rush to contribute two linked haiku. garnered in autumn,over-wintered in the fridgesown with hope in springbathed in warm sunshineand a modicum of rainlast year’s flowers re-born

  35. Thank you Maria Elena and Walt. May I?After my first PAD, I'm looking around for similar fun.SeedWhere are you going,tiny winged seed?You transplant yourself,hoping for utopiawhen, at best,you might land onpebbles and dirtand stay for enlightenment.

  36. CodicilA penny savedis a penny earned.Time that’s wastedis a lesson learned.But you can’t take it with you.Nor neither then can I.I’ll give it all away,before the day I die.It’s wise to plan aheadand have a will,Your change of heartprepares the codicil.Good fortunes of the pastwere planned for two.Now only one remainshere thru and thru.It’s me who will decidewhere it will go.All cautions to the windabout to throw.Happiness it’s clearcan’t buy you money.Not happy here my dear?Now, that is funny.Money isn’t everything.Desires are not needs.It can’t buy you love.It can buy me seeds.Just look inside your soulas I most certainly will,and hold my head up highas I prepare the codicil.By Michael Grove

  37. Soul Searcher Soul searcher, searching souls.Seeking out their lofty goals.Finding what’s concealed inside.All those things they try to hide.Try to find out what is true.Will they place some faith in you?Can they see the beyond your face?Will they see your loving grace? Searching souls before you stay.Planting seeds along the way. Tending to the seeds you sow.Nurturing the ones that grow.Holding hope that you will reap,purer love for yours to keep.Find a truer heart to sooth.Search the soul and seek the truth.By Michael Grove

  38. Of Seeds and the Sona thought creeps ingerminated by studynurtured by daydreamingpruned by opinionswatered by wisdombrough forth by the Son.

  39. DoctorI am not a doctorBut I play one on TV.What is your affliction?I’ll take a look and see.If you feel lethargic,are burdened with disease.Stop it with the poisons.I’m asking pretty please.Drink your water darn it.Stop it with the soda.If you need caffeine,Tea will fill your quota.Black or green, you pick which.More antioxidants in Green.Black tea stains your teeth,But does have more caffeine.No artificial sweeteners forever.That is something that you do not need.Don’t take my word as truthful.Get online, search and read.If you need sweet substitutes,Try the sugar leaf.Stevia is its’ name.It will pacify your grief.Supplement with water soluble vitamins.Basically B-complex also C.These are not stored in your body,You need more each day to be.Get rest, eat right, find love.These obviously are needs.Exercise a little every day.A peaceful soul it feeds.Pick your poisons carefullyToo many there to name.Moderation is the key,Living is the game.You know about the smoking and the drinking.You know about the pills that you don’t need.I’ll not sit here and lecture.I’ll only plant a seed. Disclaimer here per lawyer,Consult then with your ownphysician on these matters.This seed has now been sown.By Michael Grove

  40. Good morning, all!I will be out of town all day today, so I sit here this morning with coffee in hand and the words of your hearts, trying to choose my pick for the week. This is nearly impossible, but thoroughly enjoyable. Walt will post our picks later today. In the meantime, I simply MUST break my resolve to keep my opinions to myself, and share with you just a few petals that especially delighted or intrigued. First, I make no apologies for my complete adoration of every piece rooted in the mind of De Jackson (whimsygizmo). Scatter is outstanding. Tim’s “Earths tears penetrating soft shelled defenses,connecting me to stony darkness and all beyond.” And in the same piece, “tendriled resistance.”Nikki’s “Every day the holes in your pockets drop the seeds that grow into tomorrow.” Katie’s “hope for a beautiful mess” … I know I am taking it out of context, but I love how it sings solo!Kelly, SO wonderful to see you here! I didn’t know you penned poetry! Absolutely love it. Everyone, Kelly is my cousin. =) Off to send Walt my pick for this first week.

  41. A Little Postscript, For the Two Master Gardeners:So Walt and Marie Elena have sown their seeds, Spreading their joy in poetry here and there,And voices sprout and bloom. No noxious weedsIn this spring garden. eh? Here's to the pair! ;-D

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