Buried Seed Poem by Stevie Taite
Buried Seed
She was sitting, pretty
The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden.
The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted.
Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement,
did the heat of the old city call her?
He was waiting
A skyscraper?
Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.
Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade.
Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely
But now, where confidence had grown and curiosity sheltered
Where the grass was well trodden
And foundations set deeply elsewhere.
The edge, that fear had
kept her teetering.......
Now she would land softly.
It was safe to seek the buried seed, that was never destined to grow under shadows cast.
Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman. You have the most beautiful perception and depth. You write your poetry heart first....I love it [3
This is one of my favourites of your work. Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman. Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade. Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely The line about shyness being an obstinate doorman is genius. I love the narrative style of this poem, as if I am reading the juicy part of a novel. Very true how once forbidden things can seem so much safer later on. Time gives you courage.
well mam you just got yourself a fan....yes i have become fan of yours, you write so graciously and beautifully each word described with so much passion yet with gentle touch of yours i just love it...... thank you for sharing love payal
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 2:02:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is excellent. so much stuff going on around the poem but it keeps itself cool falling back on the true love for that calm. a rare ten from me.