The Bud of Knowing

NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 19

Each of us
is but a bud,
tethered loosely
to a fragile stem.

Yet, rife
with a greening need
to grow,
to learn.

Alone we may
shrink, even tremble,
yet together,
we give voice

to the wind.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/19/2020

Notes: This is not one of my templates. It was created by Marc Bove and his site may be found here: It was Marc’s designs that got me involved in coloring geometric patterns and eventually led to my own process and the deep desire to find a way to create my own. Thinking about all of that made this write both simple and easy.

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4 Responses to The Bud of Knowing

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Wonderful, my friend. Keep on giving voice with your wise poems.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Marianne says:

    Beautiful, giving voice to the wind! I can feel it, blowing away all my cobwebs.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow. That blows my cobwebs away, Elizabeth. Thank you.



  4. Irene says:

    That bud metaphor..yes.


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