New Poetry: A Different Seed


 Photo by Texas Parks & Wildlife

So … I’m knee-deep in poetry right now, still.  And I feel almost guilty. I have so many people waiting on my next novel, but I’ve set it aside (again). I’m drawn to poetry and I’m gonna ride this pony til she stops.

Here’s one of my latest that I worked on in a recent Lighthouse Writers workshop. I can’t seem to get the line spacing right on this blog, but it’s close.

Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!


A Different Seed

I was born in fields of bluebonnets,

ink-well-sapphire             dense petals spiked in sun-blind white

short-lived in the Texas spring —

each dew-soaked stem

flattened just yesterday

by the sharp nose of the coyote

the hoof-step of the Hereford

hiding the hiss and slither of the rattler —

always bouncing back

seemingly singular,

good for early-morning picking

before the heat sets in.


Yet by high noon

it’s never easy

to detach a wilted loner

from the rest      held together by a nest of roots

entrenched in the holy dirt

of Saint Sam Houston

el malvado Santa Anna

battle-blood of the Alamo

sweet bread of the German siedler

rusted barbed-wire of fences

oily cotton boll of the farmer

weather-worn skull of a fire-ant-stricken calf

my grandfather would’ve tried to save.


And even though Lady Bird’s highways are lined with them —

musky-sweet flowers,

family ties,

good intentions —


not every seed will grow

where planted.


Is it easily spread on the wind?

Can it tolerate full sun?


And what happens


the parched and crisp soil

becomes suddenly drenched,

clay-like —

unable to breathe?

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8 thoughts on “New Poetry: A Different Seed

  1. LOVE this homage to our home state! How do you explain the bluebonnets to someone from anywhere else? This is such great stuff – who said there was anything wrong with poetry, rather than prose? All your words make pictures in my head – thanks for the beautiful snapshot of one of the things that makes Texas truly unique!
    PS – I still have a couple of Dublin Dr. Peppers I’m saving for you if you ever get home to Texas!

    • Thanks for reading and saying such kind words. And for saving me that DP. Did you see the story about the 100+ year old woman who said her secret to a long life was drinking 3 Dr Peppers a day? Woohoo! We are going to live forever!

  2. I didn’t realize you were a poet too. And frankly, I’m grateful to see another novelist’s chagrin for putting readers off longer. Just make me feel a bit of camaraderie. Regards.

  3. Ha! You make me laugh, Kristin. Thanks for reading and commenting. And what’s the world without camaraderie?

  4. I’m glad to know you write poetry, too. So far I have liked everything of yours I have read; and it is not because we have the same hometown. I hope you are working on a new novel.

    • Thanks you, Barbara. I appreciate your support, always. I have a third novel in the works. But taking a break from it for a while. Thank you again!

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