A seed found furrow in my brow
Awaiting harvest, hungers now
Through my fertile mind’s palimpsest
A vine breaks soil where memories nest
Pushing on with a writhing stem
From deep brown earth toward blue welkin
With nostalgic rays, a star unfolds
a leaf, a story, yet untold
Each bud a poem that’s yet to bloom
In flowered couplets for the moon
awaiting dawn, for petals pleat
to release a blossom’s fragrance sweet
And from one strand a spider weaves
a gossamer web on trembling leaves
to capture prey that seeks to read
Poetic verse among the weeds.
Plant and spider thus conspire
conscripting minds of like, inspired,
to sew words of thorns, that never wilt
till every bough, a bookshelf built
(a Collaboration by Maureen Seaberg and Phosphorimental)
Find myself in the garden reading, surrounded by gossamer web.
Thank you Virginia… poetry can be a means of transportation for reader and writer.
Thank you so much for allowing me to share my photographic efforts with the work of two fantastic writers.
thanks for inspiration and “image alchemy” Diana