I am the flower

Picked fresh on a summer’s morn

Drops of dew glisten

You are the ripe fruit

Harvested ‘neath autumn’s moon

Full-bodied and crisp

We are the slim seeds

Laid to rest with promises

Of life beyond soil

I was listening to tales of Woodstock on the radio this morning while running errands around Tallahassee. This summer marks the 50th anniversary of the famed music festival. I’d tell you I was there, but that would be a lie. I was only 12, and my taste in music was pretty bland.

At any rate my poem was inspired by Joni Mitchell (who wasn’t at Woodstock either) and her song, “We Are Stardust.”

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

22 thoughts on “Seeds”

      1. Always this amazingly rich simplicity with your words and images that still says it all. I know I am on the nicest journey when I start to read. One where you won’t fail to deliver xxxx

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  1. I wasn’t there either, but I wish I had been/could have been in retrospect. I was only 10 and just beginning to understand so much about the 60’s decade and how it was to shape my own teen years during the 1970’s.

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    1. I embraced the styles. Bell bottoms, fringed jackets, long straight hair, halter tops and hoop earrings. But I was too cautious to go full out hippie. Three older girls, from good families, from our little high school in Floydada, Texas, ran away to San Francisco that summer. They didn’t get much farther than Arizona, but they became a warning to all of us that good girls don’t get to be hippies. They get hauled home, humiliated, and grounded for the entire summer.


      1. I understand the cautious role, and let myself down in many ways over those teen years as one of the “good” ones then tried to make up for it in my early 20’s!
        Myself and my youngest daughter, born in 1993 but seriously one of the original hippies in spirit, set off on our own adventure to SF about 7 years ago. We stayed in Haight Ashbury and relieved as much of the 60’s as we could. It was the best vacation I’ve ever taken 🙂

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