The Promise

one by one

by one

she placed hard

flint-like specks

in furrows

of soil,

dusted the tops

with more of

the same;

dreamt of the promise--

rich, red beets

sweet and crisp

©2011 R.M. Talbot

Rather than my usual fare of serious, morose verse, I seem to be caught up in this season of planting. I've not had enough time to really think and play with the words/ideas in my head, so I took this exercise from The Practice of Poetry, edited by Robin Behn & Chase Twichell. This particular exercise prompts the poet to pattern three poems after William Carlos Williams's cat poem. I did only one.