The little seed pushed
through soil dark and rich
loamy, cool,
a bit moist,
just enough to loosen its shell

It pushed and stretched and reached,
when it thought it knew the way
there was still so far to go

Too much stuff on top,
too much mulch and straw,
newspaper words
not yet decomposed

The little seed pushed as hard as it could
to reach where it needed to be
it never read a book about how
it never heard a homily
but it knew what it had to do
there was something inside that
told it to grow

The little seed listened
it didn’t stop
all the clutter on top was just a hitch
a bit of a handicap along the way

When the little seed
finally broke through to the sun
because of the work it had to do
to push aside
what someone insisted
what someone had read and studied
with what someone had cluttered the way
it was leggy
and weak
a bit faded and thin

The little seed was tenacious, however
listening to the Heartbeat inside,
yes, there’s a Heartbeat in all little seeds,
a voice that told
it to grow

Not being a book-learned seed
it listened to the whispering,
Come to Me. You are
perfect. You know what to do.

I place my book and more books aside
Words pile and clutter my head
they fed me one winter
but now I am ready

I listen to the whisper within,
Come to Me.
You are perfect.
You know what to do.
And I trust the Heartbeat inside

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Author’s Note:

NaPoWriMo Day 12  From the website, today’s optional prompt:

Here is a great prompt for anyone who likes to write descriptive prose but shudders at writing poetry–and it really works:

Describe in great detail your favorite room, place, meal, day, or person. You can do this in paragraph form.

Now cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives.

Cut the lines where you see fit and, VOILA! A poem!