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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.
