Bianca Free

つ ぼ み Buds - Poem by Bianca Free

I search in people of varying status
for a seed of humanity.

In some I suspect there to be a bud
and a sun be shining down upon it,
Water be poured out on it,
feeding and nourishing it to greater life.

Others I assume will have matured growth,
singing of the blisses spring has swept along,
reaching to others, spreading its song,
and strengthening those that have yet to bloom.

But then there are those
that I do not understand,
no matter how strong my wish is to know.
Their dirt holds a seed, but the dark overshadows it
and the rain is pent up in the sky
and everything that is buried is starved,
everything below the dirt is dry.

Comments about つ ぼ み Buds by Bianca Free

  • Martin O'Neill (3/7/2012 2:32:00 AM)

    A very interesting concept of looking inside people to find the kernel of them. I like this. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/30/2011 4:30:00 PM)

    Very beautiful, this is a great poem. I like the way you've expressed your willingness to grow, and the refusal to grow of others. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 7, 2011

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