
I blow softly upon the puff of a weed. Little seeds float in the air. Carry upon the wind, to land and germinate. Soon to grow, flower and bloom. Small seed fluff, hoping for a soft exhale of air or harsh wind to blow.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word puff. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Delectable!
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Stew, these puffs are symbols of hope for them and for us. Nicely done!
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Thanks Li! We can all use some hope right about now. Thanks for reading. 😊
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Yes, we can, Stew. You are welcome. I just posted on the following song and your comment made me think of it again:
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Those seeds of hope. I still like to make a wish and blow the seeds into the air.
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May your wishes come true! Thanks for reading 😊
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Weeds have a way of multiplying
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Very weedy of them. 😄 Thanks for reading! 😊
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Awesome! 👍 I enjoyed how the dandelion seeds become symbols of resilience and hope. Whether carried by a gentle breath or a strong wind, they continue their purpose. It’s a quiet meditation on how both kindness and adversity can lead to growth.
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Thank you! I’m so glad the words spoke to you. Yes carrying on through both kindness and adversity builds growth and strength.
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