0 Batch #2

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, tha's me)

i think it is time to assess where i currently stand with old pom seeds, and add some new ones to the mix.  from this point forward, all pom seeds that were posted in a previous batch (and up to that point had gone unused will reappear with links, where appropriate, to their sweet-tangy-tart creation) will be posted under 'Leftovers'.


Here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #2

• colors seem to be following me; this morning I woke to...; this evening I fell asleep with...; and in the in-between... (found life with an leftover pom seed in a poem called Assaulting Colors)
• we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other
• my mom use to say; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• why did you make me?  what purpose could it serve?  was I the punchline to a joke?  was I the result of a lost wager?  were you intoxicated? (this tart number came to life as part of Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck; the prompt was Peace, Relaxation, and Spirituality, all of which i was missing in this poem entitled Forgive Me)
• "you're growing."; am I?  I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• I feel like an outsider looking in; the warm embrace of acceptance elude

Leftovers

• pink sky, orange moon (i was thinking about joining this with, "I woke with rose colored glasses...") (in the end this seed joined forces with a seed from batch #2, see Assaulting Colors)
• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses; and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• We were forbidden to speak; forbidden to meet one another's gaze; but what stolen glances could not sustain; our bodies spoke...  (inspired by a prompt from Poetry Potluck Monday about Languages, Signs & Symbols, it did not find its flavor in time to meet the deadline, but i'm hopeful it will still be a savory seed) (finally found life as part of Poetry Potluck Monday's theme Rules, Regulations, and Laws in a poem called Our Hearts' Refrain (Revised).)