A struggle unseen, underground
yet it cannot happen alone;
when the insignificant found,
a new realisation sown;
the blueprint of descendants grown,
a belief without existence;
what withers to become unknown,
rises again with persistence.
A huitain shared with W3 prompt – seeds
Excellent rhymes!
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Thanks Kim 🙏
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Shaun, I love the rhyme and the rhythm of this huitain! And of course the “blueprint of descendants grown” is an inspired description of a seed! Lovely!!
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Thank you 🙏
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Great illustration of the seed’s metaphoric and natural qualities. Lovely rhyming end lines too.
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Thanks 🙏
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Shaun, I feel a quiet strength running through this piece. The balance of tension and resilience really stays with me.
~David
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Cheers David 🙏
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A great rhythm to your poem ❤️
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Thank you 🙏
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