Small seeds, scattered, sown
in sun-tilled ground, to sprout and grow
visions, love—what might be
ideas, art, poetry–
so–watered and tended, to propagate,
expanding
hopes, desires,
questions asked and answered—yes–
marriage, a family, paintings, books—or
starry-fields of flowered-dreams, seed-sprung,
everlasting.
I’m hosting Quadrille Monday today at dVerse. The prompt word is seed. Come join us!
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I love how the beautiful ideas might spread like this… I was most concerned with those bad seeds that might spread as weed.
Thank you! Yes, I went for the good seeds, and you went for the noxious ones. 😀
“what might be
ideas, art, poetry–”
encouraging words too for those of us who hesitate to try
Oh–I didn’t think of that! Yes! Thank you.
I so love the idea of seeds sown so as to sprout and grow visions, Merril! 😀 This is exquisitely woven 💝💝
Thank you very much, Sanaa! 💙
This is so lyrical! Really enjoyed your visions and thought process from plants to people.
Thank you–I appreciate that so much!
what a great line about what might be , seeds of poetry have been planted here
Thank you so much!
“Starry fields of flowered dreams” … beautiful words.
Thank you very much, Beverly!
So beautifully written and fits so well with that painting. Love brightening even the darkest of nights, even generations after we are gone.
Reminds me of visiting the Van Gogh museum and reading his life story, walking from one sketch/painting to another. He was scattering seeds of love far and wide without even knowing it. Oh how he would be astounded at how deeply he has touched hearts the world over with the beauty he stopped to see and know.
Thank you so much! I’m so pleased my words moved you.
We’re supposed to go to one of those immersive van Gogh exhibits in the summer.
You will love it, I’m sure. His work is just so incredible. Moved me so deeply. Both his story and his art. I live half an hour from Amsterdam, so am privileged to have been to the Van Gogh museum more than once.
Oh, how wonderful. We’re near Philadelphia where some of his work is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art–of course, we haven’t been there since before the pandemic, but hope to get there soon.
‘All the dreams seed-sprung’
What a lovely title! I read it first as ‘All the dream-seeds sprung’ which works just as well. Clever and beautiful 🙂
Thank you so much! My first thoughts (seeds?) about the poem were of dreams, so it really does work. 😀
Dreams and seeds are really very similar when you think about it.
Yes, very true.
🙂
Oh, what beautiful fruit springs from these seeds! Those final lines really cheered me up and made me feel hopeful after a pretty bad day, thank you 🙂
Thank you. I’m so sorry you had a bad day, but I’m happy my words cheered you!💙
😊
I love the thought of those small seeds sprouting and growing, Merril, like Jack’s magic seeds. I’d love a magic beanstalk! I especially love the ‘starry-fields of flowered-dreams, seed-sprung, everlasting’.
Thank you so much, Kim. I’m not sure about that beanstalk. 😀
Luv those starry seeds of our day dreams
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
much 💗 love
Thank you very much, and you’re welcome!💙
Seeds spread like starry constellations–and dreams.
Thank you, Marian. Yes, indeed!
Oh yes; this is blossombursting all over the place. Merril. Wonderfully realized. And thanks for hosting.
Thank you very much for your kind words, Ron. You are very welcome.
The best kind of cultivation.
Yes! 😀
Like how it’s possible to grow anything with attention and care. Timely prompt, Merril. Thanks for hosting.
Thank you very much! I’m pleased you enjoyed the prompt!
So many different seeds stimulate our life! A great metaphor. Perhaps we should call our d’Verse prompt a seed!??
Thank you, Dwight. I suppose prompts could be like seeds. 😀
Really quite excellent. Way to lead the pack here. I’m not one for posting images to go along with my poetry (unless that was the purpose of the prompt!) but I must say you tied the two together quite nicely. Maybe Vincent planted the seed in your mind? Starry-fields of flowered-dreams. Heavens, that’s magnificent.
Thank you very much for your kind words!
We have the same theme. 🙂
I’ll be over to read in a minute. 😀
Wow, such a beautiful quadrille. Thank you for such a beautiful read, and thank you for hosting
This is a wonderful poetic embrace Merril — so much said herein… excellent piece!
Thank you very much, Rob! I missed this comment earlier. Sorry, but much appreciated!
Beautiful, Merril!
Thank you, Jill!
We were of one mind in our poems today, Merril.
Great minds. . .😀
The idea of dreams being seed-sprung is lovely.
Thank you so much!
Yes, this is lovely seed to sow!
Thank you, Lynn!
Art and poetry are indeed the flowers of humanity. Wonderful!
Thank you very much! 💙
This is absolutely beautiful, Merril!
Thank you so much, Dale!
🙂
Lovely. And this reminds me of the book my group is reading, Art & Fear. Artists are supposed to always keep a seed from a finished project to move forward from the next. Isn’t that beautiful?
Thank you! And yes, that is a lovely idea.
Lovely quadrille with a beautiful finish
“starry-fields of flowered-dreams, seed-sprung,
everlasting.” ☺️💕
Thank you so much, Christine! 💙
I like “seed-sprung” it has a great sound and feel.
Thank you very much!
I like the hopefulness of this.
“so–watered and tended, to propagate,
expanding
hopes, desires,”
Let’s cultivate the beauty.
Ali
Thank you so much, Ali!
So so beautiful and magical. When we plant seeds, we never know what is to come and I love how you expressed it throughout this poem. Many possibilities!
Thank you so much, Lucy! Yes, indeed. 💙
A wonderful set of sibilant phrases from the beginning to the final shed-sprung
Thank you very much, Derrick!😀
👏 👏 Merril 👏 👏
Thank you, David.
Love this Merril. It all comes from tending those seeds doesn’t it. Nice one.
Pat
Yes, it does. Thank you so much, Pat.
So many seeds we scatter–its hard to keep track of them all! (K)
Yes, you’re right! 😀
What lovely images of the hope that comes with a seed.
Thank you so much!
I love the crossover between the seed prompt and the starry field picture! Van Gogh’s brushstrokes remind me of a freshly tilled field and your words bring me right into the picture.
Oh wonderful. Thank you so much! I really wrote the poem first, and then thought of the picture (but perhaps it was in the back of my mind).
I see the seeds flying through the air, everything they produce. Your poem is destined to be one of my favorites.
Wow, Helen! Thank you so much. That is so very kind.
Merril- this has such a dream- like quality to it, so ethereal.
Thank you so much, Linda!
This is beautiful, Merril! And thank you for the inspiring word this week!
Thank you so much, and you’re welcome, De!
What I particuarly appreciate about this poem is that there is a seed/dream to plant and nurture for each of us. We don’t all need or want the same one.
That’s a very good point. Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
This is fantastic!
Thank you!
Wonderful! You’ve turned seeds into stars!
Thank you very much!