Karen Schindler has given us sensuous and visual poetry before (Nature’s Parade, undiscovered, Coming Home),
but today’s selection contains a different kind of puzzle. Hint: follow
the asterisks, but not in the intuitive direction! This might just be
the perfect poem for a stormy night when people apart can hear the same
thunder across the wide distance. Read more of Karen’s varied writing
at her blog.
Seeds
By Karen Schindler
Words on a page
words on a phone
Frequent words
needed words
gentle words
*surprising*
Words that
almost
feel like
love
*how*
Without touch
without smell
Without tongues
tasting skin
How
could love
be growing
*but*
It almost
feels like
*love*
Seeds of love
searching for purchase
in newly
*found*
fertile ground