As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay
when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.
–Lisa Bellamy, from the poem, “Wild Pansy.”
Faith
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Shivering in a watery mess that dried to dust, winds lifted and carried me to Brick City, where the only place for purchase was broomed dirt between cracks.
Not sunflower, a large, oily favorite, but mustard, I was a speckle exposed to elements unfavorable to germination. Would I remain unrecognized potential that’d never be?
The first drop landed on me; I jumped with surprise. My jacket now wet, I was carried along rivulets, heading downhill. I ended in a puddle near a stone fence by a small cafe. Cloudburst now ended; sunshine reigned.
Lying there, refreshed and warm, my first experienced joy burst me open. My little feet dug in.
Weeks later, a small child noticed me.
“Mama, look at the pretty flower!”
top image: The Spruce / Evgeniya Vlasova
Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) is today’s host of dVerse’ Prosery Monday. Sanaa says:
write a 144-word story using the given quote.
Tao Talk 
This is incredibly poignant, Lisa. I love how seamlessly the line from Bellamy fits right into the prose piece. The closing image made me smile ❤️❤️
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 🥂
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Glad you like the story, Sanaa. Thanks for the creative prompt <3
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I love the thought of that seed with a mind of its own manage to grow into a pretty flower.
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<3 I do also. Thank you, Dear Bjorn.
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Really liked the Ugly Duckling aspect of this warm little tale. Andersen would be proud…
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Ain, I love how you see my poem. Thank you <3
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Very nicely done, Lisa!
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Thanks, Nancy :)
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this is gorgeous. What a beautiful end to this seed journey
much♡love
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Gillena, thank you so much <3
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That brings a smile and great song to go with it. (K)
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:)
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Ah a little mustard seed to bound to grow up so that even the birds of the heavens will roost among it’s branches. 😊 Great prose.
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Nicely put, Stew. Thank you.
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This made me smile a big smile.🌸
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I’m glad, Melissa. <3
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Awww, so sweet, Li!
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Thanks much, Nolcha.
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A sweet story and a wonderful ending! Well done, Lisa.
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Dwight, I’m glad you liked the story. Thank you.
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You are very welcome, my friend!
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Heartwarming journey and perfect ending!
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Jay, thanks so much :)
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Everyone needs faith, even a mustard seed, Lisa, and I enjoyed your first-person perspective and journey. I felt sorry for the seed ‘shivering in a watery mess that dried to dust’ and the carried along rivulets, and happy when it ended as a pretty flower that was noticed – I agree with Ain.
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Thanks much, Kim. She had quite a journey, didn’t she.
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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Aww, a sweet story
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:) <3
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A delightful journey of hope! Thanks!
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:) <3
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That little seed accomplished its purpose! :D
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:)
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happy even when a tiny human notices. Happy to be alive. Nature is so generous. Thanks for the lovely imagery Lisa. Gorgeous.
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Selma thanks for reading and your thoughtful comment <3
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Aw, what a sweet prosery, Lisa! I loved it!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Yvette, pleased you loved the poem, thanks <3
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Lisa, this is earthy, tender, and full of surprise!
Much love,
David
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Positively green, David. Thanks!
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