Fluff

In time these seeds grow
into their appointed DNA inspired
shapes and sizes. Now
they float airily,
puffed on a random breeze.

Let it be said;
Let the word be spoken:
breeze, fluff, seed growth
all is wafting on a May morning
In a concert of Now.

No one knows how,
When, where these seeds will
land on what soil
to put down roots
to grow and thrive
and float anew.

My poet mind watches
musing on breeze and seed.

Tasha, the last two lines bring a different reality back. (jmho)

Just a first thought, I hope it helps.

I enjoyed the flow in a big way,

keep penning,

andye

Hmmm, interesting observation. I kind of thought my musing was like the fluff of the title, as fluffy as the seeds...Does that make sense? Thanks for your comment. I appreciate you!!! Warm Regards, Tasha

Yeah, with the title it is, nice one my friend.

andye

I like this very much, the only thing is I find some of the line breaks a bit abrupt and awkward. You might like to think about recasting it without changing the words.

Thanks, I will post again here and see now what you think?

Fluff

In time these seeds
grow into their appointed
DNA inspired shapes and sizes.
Now they float airily,
puffed on a random breeze.

Let it be said;
let the word be spoken:
breeze, fluff, seed growth
all is wafting on a May morning
In a concert of Now.

No one knows
how, when, where these seeds
will land on what soil
to put down roots
to grow and thrive
and float anew.

My poet mind watches
musing on breeze and seed.

Yes Tasha, I think this fits the bill!

Nice poem, an invitation to meditate. I like to relate seeds as things we do, what will be the outcome of our deeds.

Me too, Z, me too. thanks for the input. Always so welcome. Warmly, Tasha