So ladies and gentlemen, may I present for your consideration the latest of my little poetic incantations? A small sonnet, it does seem sometimes than I can do little but think in sonnets, and fragment of wishful thinking. At its core methinks is a fairly straightforward if not somewhat unsubtle metaphor. Still subtelty of meaning is, or so it seems to me, not my most natural skill in poetry and nor is the exctraction of emotional detail with an economy of words. Still I can yet weave a pretty picture and there remains a certain deeper resonance of feeling in that and one or two other intricacies that I shall be happy to point out should anyone wish me too or have any other questions. In any case, I don't think this little poem requires much in the way of immediate explanation, feel free to leave whatever thoughts you might have upon it, however critical or just in general they may be, they would all be most appreciated.

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Seed

I would that you might plant a seed in me
To germinate within my hollowed heart,
Entwining tendrils through each artery,
Binding my body's every disparate part.
Then from my feet would questing roots be pressed,
Delving beneath the surface of the plains
To ground me, firmly, in Nature's deep breast
And take the living earth into my veins.
Then from my head might tender shoots unfold
To wreathe a green crown of leaves about me,
Soft branches reaching out to touch and hold
And spread a sparkling, noble canopy.
Then might my flowers fragrance your pursuits
And you could taste the sweetness of my fruits.