Poetry Friday: A Pantoum about a Watermelon Seed

It’s been a long time, but I’m dropping into the Poetry Friday crowd again – at least for one week. I rediscovered this poem a few days ago, then revised and tweaked. As one does.

The Poetry Friday roundup is happening at Buffy’s Blog. Pop over there for more poetic goodness.

I’m Jealous of the Watermelon Seed

by Jim Hill

I’m jealous of the watermelon seed.
Squeeze and it flies free.
Lost among the knee high weeds.
A survivor. Going places. Going fast.

Squeeze and it flies free.
Pressure sends it soaring above a sea of grass.
A survivor. Going places. Going fast.
It made a wish. Escaped the squish.

Pressure sent it soaring above a sea of grass.
Pressure dropped. Contest won. Winner got away.
It made a wish. Escaped the squish.
Without the squeeze, where would he be?

Pressure dropped. Contest won. Winner got away.
A scattered seed across the green.
Without the squeeze, where would he be?
Freedom isn’t free and squeezing isn’t squee.

A scattered seed across the green.
Tomorrow’s garden, wait and see.
Freedom isn’t free and squeezing isn’t squee.
I’m jealous of the watermelon seed.

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