~ Seed as noun and verb ~
"I spend most of my time listening instead of writing. A shard of language might come: a phrase, a word, an anagram, and I’d just keep it in my pocket, like a little seed, warming in my fist.”―
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Seed as a verb: Many things, including seeds, can be seeded widely with the help of neighbors, birds, wild animals, classrooms, ministers, etc.
SEEDS. Maybe you start them indoors and transplant them, maybe they are in the ground gaining strength all winter. Maybe they are in each of us. Maybe we cook with and eat seeds.
What do you hope will grow?
Examples of where "seed" might take you:
by Wendell Berry
The seed is in the ground.
There is big excitement in C block today.
On the window sill,
in a plastic ice cream cup
a little plant is growing.
This is all the men want to talk about:
how an apple seed germinated
in a crack of damp concrete;
how they tore open tea bags
to collect the leaves, leached them
in water, then laid the sprout onto the bed
made of Lipton. How this finger of spring
dug one delicate root down
into the dark fannings and now
two small sleeves of green
are pushing out from the emerging tip.
The men are tipsy with this miracle.
Each morning, one by one,
they go to the window and check
the progress of the struggling plant.
All through the day they return
to stand over the seedling
and whisper.
Touch-me-nots by Mary Oliver
The touch-me-nots
Were still blooming,
Though many had already gone to seed—
Jewel of weeds, orange, beloved
Of the hummingbirds
For their deeply held sweets,
And the ripe pod, when touched
So quick
To open and high-fly
Its seeds into the world.
I was walking
Down a path
Where they grew, succulent and thick
In the damp earth near
A stream, when I saw a trap
With a little raccoon inside,
Praying,
As it felt, over and over,
The mesh of its capture,
And I had time—
Just time—
To stumble down to the stream, and open the trap
And say to the little one:
Run, run
And the little one flew—
I did not touch him—
And climbed high into a tree.
And then I too, knowing the world,
Ran through the jewel weeds
As someone, unknown and not smiling
Came down the path to where
The trap lay, stamped upon
By my very own feet,
And while I ran, the touch-me-nots
Nodded affirmatively
Their golden bodies—
I could not help but touch them—
And dashed forth their sleek pods,
Oh, life flew around us, everywhere.
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