Seeds
For starters, here is a poem that was selected for 5th place out of 4291 entries in a recent Writer's Digest poetry contest.
Seeds
The sycamores drop
helicopter seeds upon
the Brooklyn street.
I stoop and lift
a large green specimen
and split its knobby end.
Its moist and sticky
pulp heralds a nose
Gepetto would approve.
I paste it on my nostrils,
and inhale pure chlorophyll.
It holds, clownlike,
a scythe blade pointing up
to a green translucent roof
where a web of branches
meet and dance mid-street,
where sun and shadows
penetrate the leafy ceiling.
For just one moment
It’s easy to forget the mass
of humankind sharing
oil-soiled air and water.
It’s me alone, looking silly
beneath a peaceful sky
C0pyright 2007, Robert Tell
