Seeds in a child’s hands,
hard with zebra bands,
are a long way
from wind-swept fields,
where Fibonacci yields
are soon dispersed
below a cloudburst
of birds.
In the garden, we hoe
and then we sow
our own. At night,
we dream of tournesols.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2021
Image by Todd Trapani on Unsplash
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Planting Seeds
Merril is back this Monday to sow the seeds of our quadrilles, poems of 44 words, excluding titles, a dVerse-created form, which can be in written in any type of poem, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. However, we must use the given word, or some form of it, in our poems – and today the word is SEED. For our inspiration, she has shared poems by Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and an extract from a poem by Kathleen Driscoll.
So many beautiful images, Kim. I particularly like the “cloudburst of birds”
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re very welcome, Kim.
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I always marvel at a sunflower, both those fantastic seeds and giant flowers… I have never sown any though. There is something especially appealing for children with those seeds.
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Ellen and Lucas have planted more this year.
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Oh! Those children’s hands wearing zebra bands tugs upon my heart, Kim! This is beautifully poignant. The “dreaming of tournesols,” at night gives me a sense of hope at the end. Sigh. 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa. My daughter planted sunflowers with my grandson last year and they grew as tall as the roof. They are planting more this year.
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lovely visuals Kim and how you snuck in the pattern of the seedheads – had to look up tournesols 😉
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Thank you, Laura! 😉
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I could almost smell the soil, Kim. I must admit I had to look up tournesols. I’d never heard the term. The Fibonacci miracle plays itself out.
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Thank you, Bev!
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That image of sunflower seeds ‘hard with zebra bands’ is just perfect. Sunflowers always remind me of my sister as they were her favourite. You can’t blame anyone for ‘dreaming of tournesols’ during the long winter nights!
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I must get planting!
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🌻
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Lovely, nice rhyming, Bravo
much 💗 love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you! 🙂
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Wonderful word choices, and there is something so promising about the look of a sunflower seed. Amazing how much comes out of that little seed and how quickly!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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An excellent moment lost in time, caught in a few very choice words. I haven’t nearly the skills to rhyme like you have, but I recognize skill enough – I smiled as I began to realize my tongue moving without my thoughts. Lovely work, really.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments.
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my cousins thank you for this wondrous tribute! Lovely wordsmithing
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Thank you, Kate! 🙂
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Beautiful Kim! We have a sunflower patch. They grew well over my head last year!
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Thanks Rob!
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Lovely! Our garden used to be full of sunflowers and butterflies. I used to collect dead butterflies that fell on the ground after completing their life cycle. I missed my parent’s old house. There were over 100 plants and trees of various kind. You see they used to adore gardening!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Rabia!
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Mandelbrot set, Lorenz chaos, Mother nature…….
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“a cloudburst
of birds.”
one among many wonderful images here
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Thanks so much, Xan!
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Yes, those “Fibonacci yields”…a sunny write, Kim!
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Thanks Lynn!
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Magical, lush and ripe with rhyme! 🌻
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Thank you, Tricia!
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Welcome! 🌸
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This has a dreamy feel to it.
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Thanks Ken.
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This is so lovely. What a beautiful poem Kim! Sunflowers just make me happy to see them especially with poppies. I used to have a bird feeder that had lots of sunflower seeds in the mix. I had such a pretty sunflower patch growing underneath courtesy of the birds ☺️
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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I enjoyed the creative rhymes.
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Thanks Maria.
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I love the imagery in this one!
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Thank you, Lucy!
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Loved the zebra bands!
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Thanks Darius!
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Utterly lovely, Kim. I so enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme here.
❤
David
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Thanks so much, David! 🙂
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Wonderful! And two maths references too! 😀
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Thank you, Kate!
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Our life does seed our dreams. (K)
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And nightmares.
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Yes, those too.
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Such a lovely quadrille – conjures up lovely imagery.
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Thank you kindly.
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Your poem is exquisite, Kim.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Beautiful – crafted and songlike
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Thanks so much!
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Oh, KIm, this is wonderful. I love the use of fibonacci and tournesols!
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Thank you, Linda!
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I love the metre and rhyme
and especially the line
with Fibonacci!
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Thank you!
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I like the quiet pace of this one. Pigeons don’t respect maths and flowers grow whatever we choose to call them.
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Thanks Jane.
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A great poem Kim. I love your closing lines on this one. Yes we sow our own… way too many this past year!
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Thank you, Dwight. My daughter has planted sunflowers again this year and I look forward to seeing them now that we can visit.
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Gorgeous blog
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Thank you very much.
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It’s my pleasure, Kim, I am from India
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