Monday, January 21, 2013

2.



I dropped pebbles
from my pocket

with the hope
of being found.

With an eye towards
building roads,

with the ambition
of the blind.

Failing to note--
they were seeds, all along.

9 comments:

laughingwolf said...

perfect! :)

Brian Miller said...

nice. really nice turns in this...the pebbles being the seed...the ambition of the blind as well....really nice touches...

the walking man said...

I'd rather you build a forest anyway, we have enough roads for the blind to drive on.

This is a simply awesome piece of brevity that stuns Karen.

Charles Gramlich said...

Seeds are the important part.

Sarah Hina said...

laughingwolf, thank you. :)

Brian, thanks for dropping by. I appreciate your very kind words here.

Mark, I've missed this. Thank you, my friend.

Charles, yes. And too often overlooked.

the walking man said...

Missed that I changed your name Sarah? Name the forest Karen.

Sarah Hina said...

Hey, if you're going to confuse me with THE Karen, then you won't find me complaining.

Aniket Thakkar said...

Actually, this does remind a lot of Karen. She write nature poetry so well.

She'd be proud. :)

I know I say it all the time, but this seriously is freakin' brilliant. I think genuine acts of kindness are like that. One doesn't realize the good consequences on others when you're doing them.

Keep planting seeds!

Sarah Hina said...

I think the key is planting the seeds that make you happy, instead of trying to build false cities. Because carefree happiness is fertile and contagious.

Thanks, my friend. And I totally agree about Karen. She's the freakin' brilliant one.