NaPoWriMo#5

I wake in the dark
contained on all sides.
I feel the dampness
and the cold as it surrounds me.
I draw in these sensations
and feel that I have grown
just a little.
As I lay here
I begin to feel warmth.
I crack though my covers
and extend myself
towards the heat
uncurling myself
and always looking for more.
As I lengthen
I weave through the maze
to find light
and my world awakens
only to be rudely
plunged
back to dim grayness
as I am sprayed, soaked.
I am not perturbed
as destiny fills
my being and
I continue to reach out.
I swell from within
seeming to grow taller
as I reach for the brightness
that has returned.
I break from my pod
leaving its skin behind
as I grasp for the sun and the sky.
I don't even notice
the roots forming below
tying me down but
ensuring my chance
at survival.
I blast outwards
with the energy stored
and display
my first set of leaves.
I announce myself
to the world
with all that I know.
I am
dicotyledon.

NaPoWriMo#3

On the whole, I haven't written any poetry for yeeeaaaars.
This is thus my apology to anyone underwhelmed by anything they read on my blog.

I am going to write a poem everyday for NaPoWriMo, although I may not post each day, as some may require more editing and thought (I know, who'd have thought it, considering the poor quality of what HAS been posted?).

Anyway, back to it.

NaPoWriMo#3

Planting seeds
hoping
they grow
I guess a
little effort
is required on
my behalf
nurture
not quite but
tend
believe in the
power
of quantity
and the wild
celebrate
the small success