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113 words.
The beginning of seeds.
Tonight I have planted them.
In my deep sleep, they will send out tendrils - and perhaps take root.
This is how ideas begin.
The first few faint lines of ideas. Mere sketches, at first.
This is how I prepare for the harvest of writing that will spring forth from my subconscious. In this case, I am planting seeds for poetry.
Friday night, I hope I have something finished...to perform on stage.
But even if not - I relish the challenge of improvisation, thinking on my feet.
I have three poem ideas for which I've started "the seeding" process.
