I needed not to write today. Then, I walked the dogs through dandelions and saw a prompt that asked for a poem written only in questions. “Wishes” was born of Beagles and 3AM Writers Club.
Well crafted and lyrical. Where do wishes go indeed? Interestingly the question makes me remember an R.E. class from school and the parable of the sower. Probably wasn't actually called that but it was a very long time ago. Swap wishes for seeds and you get the jist.
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. Whoever has ears, let them hear.”
YES. I was looking for inspiration today and here it is. Right in front of my face. Beautiful piece, Boo. And thank you!
Awww, thank you. Glad we could help!
I love this ‘where do wishes go?’
A melancholy feeling in each scene.
Absolutely lovely.
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Thank you!
Well crafted and lyrical. Where do wishes go indeed? Interestingly the question makes me remember an R.E. class from school and the parable of the sower. Probably wasn't actually called that but it was a very long time ago. Swap wishes for seeds and you get the jist.
OK, I'm not familiar with the parable… Can you enlighten me?
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. Whoever has ears, let them hear.”
Thank you!!!
Matthew 13 or Luke 8
This is so gorgeous, Boo 💓
Thank you, Nazish!
They fly out into the Universe, and somewhere waits, for the right time.
That's such a pretty thought! Maybe I'll rework it to include answers…?
When you do, I will read it. 💗
Thank you for being such a consistent and thoughtful reader.
What a beautiful poem! I was struck by the very first line, but as I read on, I realized how gorgeous every single verse was.
Thank you so much for reading closely!
Beautiful writing 😀!