the seed

the seed

you are the seed
and the one
who tends it

tamp the ground
whisper love
water it
and wait—

each morning
sing to that seed
invite it out

welcoming
calls it forth
the seed will
crack open

cherish it and
its clear seeing

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

it sees through

it sees through

what if?
something
is looking from
prior, before and
through your eyes
yet isn’t personal?

an unguarded moment
pure being surveys

no labels
no beliefs
or considerations
just
seeing

cells rearrange

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.