The story or poem that used to live here is being rewritten… or, is on its way to a new home. But worry not, I’d never leave you without something to read. Just click the following links, and you’ll be able to delight in the newest Stories and Poems I’ve published on this blog.
Oh I remember your joy at finding that tree, and the slurping that followed lol. So happy that seed sprouted for you 😀 XXX
There was certainly some slurping. 😀
Meaningful poem, and I especially like the ending fantasy. Since we don’t know whether plants are conscious or not, it’s best to believe they are. Add a little witchery and kisses, dark, moistrue and conversation to have a potent charm. Bravo!
When in doubt… treat them with the same respect you’d want to be treated. That’s my motto. Okay, I just made that up, but it does describe how live so I guess it should count. 😀
Bwa-ha-ha! This sprout is just like any small child, loving to use their “no” until it seems like too much fun not to do something.
I swear he still pouts sometimes. You know when toddlers figure out that you want them to do something, and that they can withhold it from you, so they do? Yep, that’s what he’s doing: 6 leaves in one year!
aww….i love his tree voice…he’s witty 😀
Can you see him squinting with suspicion and pouty(ness)? LOL!
Beautifully narrated Magaly! A sprouting seed can be most revealing of an inner craving. Like the ‘cough cough’!
Hank
Inner craving, indeed… I’ve always wished people (all people) could feel close enough to trees to care for them as they might care for other sentient creatures. Maybe that way, they would be less destructive of them….
Oh! wow what a lovely surprise it must be:)
It is. Every time a new seed says hello… 🙂
Nice! I like that the tree is stubborn, “I wasn’t forgetting her rude plucking.” Fun write.
Stubborn and then some. Have you noticed that it only has 6 leaves? Yep, that’s one per every two months…
Awesome! And what a wonderful “child” you have… 🙂
ZQ
He is a very good boy, ZQ. When he isn’t grumbling about something… 😀
I would sprout a pair of wings and fly across the sky in joy after reading this sunshine poem….. 😀
Loved it!!
xoxo
Fly on and smile loudly, sweet Sanaa!
Only a few more years and you’ll have nispero fruit at home (I hope?) Loved your poem — unique and delightful, as always.
Not in New York City… But I will have a lovely tree for sure. 😉
lovely.. i love the way you wrote this, the imagery in itself.
Thank you.
Isn’t it always moving when life wins? I like the dialogue in your poem, Magaly.
It is, indeed!
This is incredibly beautiful, Magaly.
😉
I LOVE this post! The plant’s thoughts, the witch’s feet tapping on the soil, the story of your honeymoon and the photos. Spectacular. Made my day!
Hooray!
I am not in the least surprised at your devotion to a seed, nor that it sprouted for you. You are a very special soul, Magaly.
Well, thank you, Kerry. That means a lot to me… ♥
What a delight to see that sprout.. Like taking care of a child almost.
I get very attached to the plants I adopt. So yes, it’s very close to taking care of an infant…
Love the fairy tale/fantasy feel to this….and then to find out that it’s true and there’s a real story behind it…..even better!!!
I think each bit we write is fed by life. It might not be ours, but what makes a piece special is the life we breathe into it. So, yes!
I love the thought of this tiny tree speaking and sprouting…I read it at first as a mother and child….which is how I feel with the seed I plant in my garden.
We call them our green babies for a reason, don’t we? 🙂
oh yes thanks for sharing the sound of your sapling, a very caring write
have a nice Sunday
much love…
😉
This was just so delightfully delicious!
It was a delight to write!
I love the plant love in this, and your relationship to the earth–even in a pot. I have plants who I really feel are members of the family, as you obviously do here–and who cares if some mere people don’t get it? Your seed did, and that’s what counts. Loved this and the prompt, and hope to get back to it, but April is grinding my beans, as I may have mentioned at the coffee-prompt. ;_) Thanks for telling your seed’s life-history, also–fascinating.
As long as we get it… “that’s what counts”, indeed. ♥
On the bean grinding bit, “Just 10 more days!”
I just winked at Little Nisp, by the way. 😉
Very much enjoyed reading this. The seed was reluctant but at last it did sprout because the narrator works at it with such love and tenderness. The narrator displays tender and loving attitude, the seed displays the actions of the narrator; a beautiful picture.
Wonderful things happen when everybody cares… 😉
feels like a modern day fairy tale. a bit sensual at parts but hey fairy can be sensual too 🙂
Would love it if you could elaborate on the “sensual” bit. Just curious…
What a blooming write..and great to see your little plant 😉
*the little plant waves… reluctantly*
An excellent spring poem. What a great experience it must have been.
It was… 😉
Awwww, my heart is smiling ;o) Big Hugs ;o)
Is that coquettish wee tree, isn’t it? He keeps on winking at you? 😀