I have a brown thumb
I kill plants
I don’t mean to
It just happens
So, you should probably
keep seeds away from me
Words are my soil
That’s where I plant
Some are forests
November novels
Some a clump of trees
an adapted screenplay
Some a bush
leaves on each side
of the branches
stanzas of couplets
Some a blade of grass
a haiku
These are my seeds
I share them with you
Plant them in your fertile soil
your imagination
That would make me happy
and maybe you too
That green
that is our life
/ / /
This poem was written in response to returning to the soil prompt at Poetic Bloomings.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
Richard–this is absolutely perfect. Love the ending stanza (& the rest too, but that is the hook I bit into hardest).
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Susan, thank you. I appreciate your comment. I often worry/struggle over how to end a poem. Glad this one works.
Richard
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I agree this end is really meant to be!! I thought the same before I even read these comment s so it really must be!!! Great poem and I often feel the very same on ending poems, such a delicate balance involved and you’ve captured it!
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