waiting for the right moment to sprout out.

                                                                                                       Author: Adoscam

Image: Shelled seeds of Guinea pepper pod    (here)

"The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” ~ Valsa George

from “Winged Words”

 I felt it in my chest. as though it had been planted deep in me. 

The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart, waiting for the right moment 

to sprout out. I could feel it, swirling beneath the surface. They were raw 

yet full of promise. I needed to nurture them carefully, tending to them like 

a child until they were ready to burst out from slumber

And so I sat there, pen in hand, letting the words flow  through me. They 

were halting at first, hesitant and uncertain, but they gained strength and 

momentum. Soon, they had taken on a life of their own, tumbling out of 

me like a flood.

Eventually,  I was left with a poem, something that had been waiting 

patiently inside me. The seed of a poem that had lain dormant in my 

heart had finally emerged.

(144 words)

Mish at d'Verse  Prosery  Valsa-George-

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