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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Casting Seed


Maybe I mistook  
your intent for
a calculated move 
 to cast me away
cast me aside
 cast me off 
  a disposable way 
to discard what you 
no longer found useful. 

What if you
wrenched your pain open 
to release me,
ceding the pleasures and comforts that 
tightly closed pods afford? 

I no longer need to depend
upon the wind's inconsistent 
whims or wait for someone 
else to pick me. 
Cast, seeded, I am free. 

4 comments:

Monica Sharman said...

Now this seems to be a healthy way to look at it. (And you do it so beautifully, too---"Casted, seeded, I am free")

Maureen said...

Very well written, Kathleen. I also really like the line Monica cites. (You could end the poem on that strong line.)

Kathleen Overby said...

Thanks ladies. Yes, it is better ending it there. :) I see it.

S. Etole said...

So well said.