I am love
hard toiled
and sown
tender
and fresh
I’m cultivated
made of spring
made for harvest
dirty and raw
I’m a mystery
simply made
spicy hot
a culinary adventure
I’m of this earth
nourished
by attention
craving isolation
I’m a moment
a hope
I’m a seedling
a promise
I’m garden
a possibility
in love.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  Day One: Write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.

30 Poems in 30 Days

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