Growing Words

I'm laughing thinking if anyone could see me, they would think I am wacked.  Oh, I know you know I am-lol.   I was checking out the seeds I had planted, a couple of weeks ago.  My Sweet Peas and Asian Peas are up-they are sprouting.   I thought how much writing is like gardening.  We have to tend to our seeds, our thoughts.  We must  fertilize our gray dark matter, sometimes nurture it and sometimes just let it be.  When I write, words are like seeds.  You have to pick, sort, worry and wonder...  and wait.  Sometimes we just have to risk it and take a chance.   As we plant our words, we worry we might have to transplant them, some will die, some will thrive.  We will become attached to them-yet we may not use them. ( I know we can save our words for another time, just like seeds.)

 Gardeners will tell you it is trial and error, so will writers.  Plants can be striking, bold and sharp like words or delicate, trailing and fillers. As you tend your writing, just like gardening, you will have to weed out things that do not fit.  Yet, think of the joy of finishing and seeing your words bloom!  

I look forward to reading your book, I mean garden :D

Over in the Garden, Susan challenged us:

  Write a brand new poem using an extended simile or metaphor, in regards to relationships.  

 

 Inky seeds

planted on fragile paper 

dance like water colored rain

they whisper like caterpillars

   tickling my gray garden

building small pocketed

mysteries

      buried deep waiting

like a baby colt, timid, unsure

trying to stand 

Proud Mom watches

in  the transcending sunshine

   tenderness trails

       some wilt, some bloom

          

some will fade like a comet

scattering star dust

weed out the fillers

enjoy what remains.

  © Ella Wilson